The Prisoner Poem by Pacific Hernandez

Convicted I am now of an offense called 'Love'
The prison I am an is but a broken heart
The penance I must serve is to forever weep
With the aid of a poem I am trying to escape

I remember still the offense that I had
I attempted to steal another woman's love
A love not half as much as that for you I feel
A love I never thought would end my every dream

I repented and knocked on the door of your heart
The key I tried to use was the key of my love
Sorrow was unto me when I knew in the end
That the door of your heart for me is tightly sealed

And instead here is what heppened you have imposed on me
A penalty much more than death I've to serve painfully
The plaintiff were your lips, the jury is your mind
And your heart is the judge who tries me and decides

Now in the Court of Love I am appealing to
For I know and admit I have offended you
The decision I beg is a sentence of Life
And that my prison be none but your loving heart