Crimes Of Passion

Charge Me
For the crimes of passion
Guilty, no bail to set me free
Sentenced me to life
For the desires of my iniquities
I was minding my on
Floating to my ears
An alluring echoing song

I followed, it was so serene, so true
Such melancholic wonders
Devoid of society blues
Enrapture of sounds
Both feet floating from off the ground

An enchanting love story
Told from a twinkling star’s point of view
My eyes mesmerized by its hidden glory
I investigated the melody of its giving
The essential of the music
Survival to one’s living
What I found out
To allow my heart to shout about

As I continued on
A Kaleidoscope to amuse, sure I’m not alone
Soft ballads to the ears, beautifully composed without earthly fears
Heard over the valleys, the rivers, the oceans
Wisps of spoken whispers of its love potion
On a soft breeze noted for others to hear
A joyful noise to enwrap, others, to forget their tears

A symphonic embracer made for two
Cadence of notes to soothe the soul
When heightened emotions are on patrol
Could this be the Genie in the lamp, palms want to rub
Inoculating with soft words of Heavenly love
A male Greek Mythology Muse to seduce
Rendering speechless the mentality
Emotional pandemonium of heart induced

A euphoric high it produces, loving the ruse
When fervent hearts are let lose
As touching the helm of Jesus’ garment for a taste of salvation
Dizzy heads, heavy hearts found in its contemplation
Sentimental snares of its will’s seductive revelations

Can I please get my phone call
Archangel Michael, where are you
You were ordained to protect me from this earthly fall
Now that I have come and saw
Heart breaks as glass according to planetary laws
Can I get another phone call