Fugitive From Love
the crime of the century
was letting you do
what you did to me
the scene of the crime
was wrapped in your arms
you left your fingerprints
on the walls of my heart
the crime of the century
was that I accepted
moments stolen with you
ransoming emotions
with the counterfeit treasure
of a kiss so sweet
it should have been a felony
the crime of the century
was running to your side
I am now a fugitive of love
a hostage to your dreams
two lovers forever on the run
looking for you to return
to the scene of the crime
IRISH
Copyright © Michael Poyntz | Year Posted 2009
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