The Crime of Passion

by

Roy Wayne Crouch

I noticed a change in you today,
Your kiss,a passionless lie,
Now with my mind,I try to recall,
Distant,but yet eye to eye.

You say all is well,you hurry away,
Doing things you hated before,
I try to talk,but you have to go,
In silence,I stare at the floor.

Then I noticed you talking to him,
It seems like he's always there,
I ask if you are,you say that your not,
Like I can't see this affair.

As I walk in,him in my bed,
My passion now turns to rage,
First him,then you,my anger now flows,
Like a beast let out of its cage.

I come to my sences,as I ask why?
You choose to do me this way,
Your answer was that you loved him,
Forever you changed me that day.

My mind is the judge and the jury,
The sentence to him,you I lost,
My crime,guilty of giving my heart,
To passion, not knowing the cost.

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