This unsettling love unravels my intellect. My intellect leaps out of my head. Something new leaps into me wanting to take command. I give it lordship over the region of my heart. My hand dictates its ramblings. What is this thing called love? Why does it leave me so powerless? I am at loves mercy. His hands are clasped around my neck. I am unable to flee. I am a hopeless victim. I am a prisoner inside His imaginings.