Love’s fugitive, I’m turning myself in
for peace of mind - if not for room and board.
I cede my arms to stay the downward spin
a felon feels beside his stolen hoard.
Though on the run, I scramble to the place
which I escaped from with her love in tow.
Returned to its proprietor I’ll face
arraignment by her side, relieved to know
the sentence for my passion-driven crime.
Constrained within the prison of desire,
it’s simple justice that I serve my time
inside the jurisdiction laws require.
And since my stringent warden holds its key,
I’m praying her good turn will set me free.