Erase My Crime, Belle Poem by John Sensele

Throbs of pain in my head
Thoughts of you in brownian motion in my mind
I pine and pine but sleep I can't find
Till Cupid's arrows at long last let go of my bed

While I toss about, wondering why you no longer call
Since that fateful night you found your best friend clasped in my arms
Where in foolish fashion she succumbed to my charms
Leading my heart to the downfall

I hate to register in your loud silence
That assails me every second I remember the escapade
Swimmingin a rapacious cascade
You mete out with insolence

I justly deserve given the foibles
My roving eyes fed
At moments when your heart bled
Setting in motion squabbles

My sense of fidelity
Could on second thought prevent
If a sense of consideration put paid to the event
I now regret with humility

Wishing your heart could find space and time
To forgive my impulse
If the tender pulse
From your large heart could erase my crime.