In the court of love, I stand as a convict, yet to prove,
Is falling in love illegal? My heart’s plea, I move.
Let it be known, if it’s a crime,
In the court of hearts, I am guilty this time.
The prosecution of my heart, charged with loving you,
Your love is the verdict overdue.
In this trial, I confess my guilt, without hesitation,
Loving you is my honest declaration.
With every beat of my heart, I await the verdict,
In the jury of souls, mine will be a convict.
Arrest me with your tender eyes,
Imprison me in your warm embrace.
My heartbeat and your thoughts are the evidence,
Your smile, the key witness.
Judge of emotions, presiding over my heart’s prayer,
Jury of souls, deciding my love’s order.
Prosecution of doubt, challenging my vow,
Parole of trust, seeking freedom now.
Acquittal of fears, in the light of love’s grace,
No longer a victim, but a winner of embrace.
In this courtroom of pain, let love be acquitted,
For in your arms, the truth is committed.
My heart now a victim of affection,
Yet also the saviour of our eternal connection.
Your counsel, whispers of devotion,
Guiding me through trials, with steadfast emotion.
Criminal heart, snatched by desire’s hold,
Imprisoned by passion, the final judgement unfolds.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
