Not love...

Was it a crime, not to him
She was his dream,
ballet moves , Swan Lake voice
coffee every morning, chatting,
laughing but him needing more.
Movie, dinner, drink then no.
No, why no? I say yes...
It’s quiet, she dresses, leaves
without a word.
Knock on the door, a crime,
not me, yes you for rape.
Jail, no I love her.
The judge bangs his gavel.
She is forced to relive every moment,
the pain and agony obvious in every word.
His defense, I love her.
Cost of that love, 10 years.
She is sentenced to life, a life of hurt
and an emotional desert forever.
But, I love her...