Coveted Crime

You are that Booker Prize.

For whom many coveted, but that I've got 

To love you madly has become

An inevitable crime and I truly fear not

You were and will be in demand

This aching heart does well know.

Should I welcome this envious ache?

Vicious mind: just let it go. 

My non-stop yearning for you will go on

Hunger craving like seven years itch.

And courageous confession to crime

Pines for divine share...

Will you be my better half in crime?

The verdict will be out by the flying time.