Crimes Of Love Committed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

As I age each day to grow older.
I find an attraction,
To commit love crimes.
With a grabbing to snatch,
Someone.
Anyone.
I suspect in need of a hug.
And just hold onto them tightly.
Until I hear, "Enough!
You have given me too much.
Let go. Let go!
My knees are weak.
My heart you have touched."

As I age each day to grow older.
I seem to be seeking,
A warrant for my arrest.
Hand cuffed and in public.
Confessing to have an addiction,
Of being obsessed to spread more love.
Regardless who runs away,
Screaming in protest.

And there I will sit,
In solitary confinement.
Locked up in a prison cell.
For committing the crime,
Of having too much love freely to give.
Done to be judged and accused,
To do something without being paid.
Or at least attempt to be reimbursed,
For the effort to endeavor...
This kind of crime to have believed,
I am out of my mind and thought to be crazed!

"Uh...
I hope this is not another pandemic.
Threatening our way of life.
That guy we brought in,
Smiling.
And...
Strapped tight in a straitjacket?
Confesses to just commit crimes of love.
And get this...
For free.
Without a dime wanting to be paid for it! "

-WHAT?
What on Earth is going on? -

"Well...
He is going to sit.
Until he realizes,
How his act,
If allowed to spread...
Could devastate the economy.
Like nothing else before has ever done.
Love to have and give without financing it?
Would put an end to all of our beliefs.
Send memos out immediately.
None of this should be volunteered,
To the news media.
None of us will be left with jobs."