Un-house

I know how to honour the course of true love.
If between you and me
There was a river,
I would have a swum across;
If there was a distance of mountains in my way
I would have walked across….
But this fortress of narrow-mindedness
       that you have built specially for me,
With a roof of compromises overhead,
                        coloured by rituals,
                        with deceit as a floor,
                        and decorated with magic-sounding words
This house of yours
Cannot contain me.