The Crime Of Love Poem by Colin Coplin

I am but a prisoner behind these walls of love
Caught and sentenced for the crime of loving you
Locked in my cell, I smile in my citadel
You've thrown away the key, pity me, pity me

But in my mind, I wonder free
And hold myself like some visionary, beyond you
It's all I have like any prisoner or slave, before me
To watch these days flow to a better place
But they're a treadmill love, these days in time all seem the same
For my dreams love, have Dedalian wings
You are their sun

The touch of your Orwellian fingers upon my skin
erases all memory of yesterday, like doublethink
your tender embraces, only enhances, the feel of being ravished by Him above
How much more must I endure in this wilderness of love
What sweet relief, breezes on belief, but escapes to late for me

But in my mind, I wonder free
And hold myself like some visionary, beyond you
It's all I have, like the many prisoners and slaves before me
To watch these days flow to a better place
But they're a treadmill my love, these days in time all seem the same
For my dreams love, have Dedalian wings
You are their sun

And I am but a prisoner,
Imprisoned behind, these walls of your love.

You put me on trial
But what was my crime

Set me free
Set me free to start a new
Set me free
My time is done.

Copyright Colin Coplin 1982 (updated 2011)