The Story; They Called A Crime!

Let me tell you the story, how it drove a heart to passionately want. Set out to unapologetically steal, what wasn’t mine. I was young, some called me crazy; said I was making a huge mistake. A decision, that was going to ruin my life. Call me naive if you will, I wasn’t looking at the writing; they struck upon the wall, just the love written… on the desire. The co-conspirators; heart, and soul. It was a want, but also something I needed to do. If I truly believed what a voice, whispered into my soul. The passion drove thee, but all they could see, just a crime. It was thirty two years ago, when my heart committed; but it’s the act itself, that will forever be remembered. The crime they saw, but the passion I felt. My heart was heavily invested, I guess you can say; “the heart wants, what the heart wants.” Powerless to stop, wasn’t the conviction. Call it what you truly will, but I forever vowed; to stand by my heart’s conviction!

She never saw it coming, the love took her by surprise. It was a predestined encounter, a soul looking for love. Her heart fit the profile, a glistening rare jewel. A silent river runs deep, but even I didn’t yet know how deep? The ability, to the reason; completely swept away. I got what I wanted, there was no going back; the crime was carried out. The love was out of the bag, what’s a girl to do? She surrendered, to the power of an irresistible charm. Well, that’s how it played out… in my mind. The crime of the century, not; but it surely will be talked about for decades, by a convicted heart. Enjoy my new found jewel, that was my every intention. But I had to be very intentional, not treat what I had; like just another possession. This love, was so much more than that. Someone can else take, what you don’t choose to hold close to your heart. The day came, when I had to confess. Be a man, tell the one who’s heart I stole. What got into my heart, what led me to that moment in time? Go back to the scene of the crime, reveal the true intention, and deeply confess. I went down on one knee, I needed to ask the question; will you…

Months later the day came, it wasn’t a trying time. Even though, I had to stand before the peers. As they watched me stand there, to tell the one I perpetrated the stealing of heart. Walked towards me, to look me straight in the eye. They watched to see, if I would totally crack under pressure. Fall apart, or fall even deeper… into a lovely moment? I didn’t need to plea, try to get a lightly scented… handkerchief. I didn’t need to wipe off the love, to my face; coming out of the pores. Forever, what it is. It was the never ending walk, for her to get to where I stood… strong. I was moved only by the beauty, unveiled in my poetic justice. Get what my heart and soul, had coming. She finally reached, stared deep into my heart. The decision came down, for what my soul had to answer. In love forever, or forever in love? That was the dilemma, the room went absolutely quiet; trying to hear my heart’s confession. Tell her what she needed to hear, out of the depth of my soul. I Do, I Am, I Will, I Did… take; you’re my forever!

I looked, waited; but heard no one objections. She needed to know the truth, absolutely deserved the answer. Clearly, decisively my heart said. I’m guilty, wanting to take your heart; as my own. Just as I said that, I heard a voice in my heart say; “this is your beloved, in whom I am well pleased!” The verdict was in, my heart knew with absolute certainty; it was the right decision. I am guilty, my heart knew what it was doing. The clear intention from the start, steal her heart. Not to be part of a collection, but be forever treasured. The beautiful, heart shaped gem. I’m not ashamed of the love, my soul wants to be; forever shackled to this truth. I will never show any remorse, or have a case brought; to be presented as having regrets. I refuse to take back my confession. Chain my heart to the confession, for a thousand years. Lock my heart up within the love, throw away the keys. The time of passion, has no statute of limitation. I’m in for life, and I will never have a need… to be freed!

WCR

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