THE CRIME OF LOVE

I saw a confident girl,

As pure as a pearl.

With eyes of passion,

And a mind-blowing fashion.

She took me high among the skies,

She froze me to a cube of ice.

I still don't know beneath what lies,

Will she ever talk to me or say goodbyes.

I want to play guitar for her,

I want to fight a war with her.

I woke up in a glimpse of time,

Just to know that I had committed the crime.

The crime was love

My feelings are still that of a dove.