Guilty As Charged Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Never before has man been so corrupted by something so benign.
An all consuming love that eclipses all endeavors to seek a holy heart.
Not for the sake of lust, but for the entirety of commitment to.
No heart left to give to God, she holds all in her hands.
When asked for it back, she chose still to keep.
Oh well, this girl will be the damn of me.
The only alternative isn't much of one, my heart from hers to be severed from.
For only in breaking my heart, will she ever relinquish control of it.
Perhaps at my demise I shall have it returned to me, at which point I will give God back the rein.
My heart and body are captivated, my mind stimulated, my tongue blasphemes with every act of worship I give to her rather than God.
I am tortured.
As it has been said, let no man envy me for this love, for it shall be cause for my burning.
I cannot see beyond her, she is the moon, that despite having only glow from the sun, steals my attention, for her pleasant luminescence which only welcomes and never burns with guilt.
I no longer can see the sun, for the night of this love is an endless ocean of no recompense or remorse.
My path once was straight, no distractions hindered.
'Til one day she caught my eye, with it my heart in a cage.
There can be no health in this obsession, if it deserves a title that weak in apt portrayal.
For no word of audible dialogue will depict the pained groans of my soul.
I shall die and burn in hellfire for my flagrant display of idolatry.
And yet here I am, handing the match to hell, and dousing myself with fuel.
Ne'er truer words than 'she will be the death of me'.
If love is a crime, I am a criminal.
If death be the punishment, I'm guilty as Judas.
Guilty as charged.