Love Poem: Crime of Passion

Crime of Passion

My love has never been for sale

I've rented it out on occasion

Most often the arrangement ended 

in a turbulent  eviction 

There were tenants seeking only temporary occupancy 

They fled undercover of night 

back into their darkness of deceptive intention.

Others unwilling to conform to 
restrictions of a lease 

with clauses of commitment.

Leaving in search of a more flexible arrangement.

Then there was you

Without bribe or allurement 

You seduced my resolve 

In full view of my heart's dauntless safeguards

Such a skilled thief and benevolent larcenist

You stole my heart 
Because I was unable to give it.

A crime commited in the name of endearment.