You have created a sinner,
Right out of me;
A crime of passion,
Greater than hell's fury.
I shall therefore sentence you
To a lifetime in my mind;
To be my first thought at dawn,
And last glimpse at dusk.
I shall therefore sentence you
To a lifetime of satin sheets,
Lingering kisses and whispers
Of nights of bare skins.
I shall therefore sentence you
To the depths of my eyes,
The cage of my heart,
A fountain of sweet love.
And I shall be obliged,
To offer no parole,
For the tenure of premises,
Within the depths of my flesh.
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