Butterfly kisses,

whispers of sweet promises.

He was caught red-handed,

stealing her heart in a wink.

Loving her was his crime;

a crime he'd willingly commit

for the rest of his life.

He needed no trial;

he all but waived his rights.

Darn the man, he pleaded guilty on sight!

Oh, the world can arrest him now,

and lock him up 'til eternity's flight.

Because the crime of loving

those pale-blue eyes

would make him

the happiest prisoner alive.

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