Is that a crime?
To make you mine,
To dream so high.

Don’t you see?
You do whatever you do
And I’ll let you free.

Is that wrong?
To wait for so long
For you I belong.

I love you so
If you want to: go!

Spread your wings
through the sky.
Feel what freedom brings
and fly.

Don’t push yourself hard.
Loves does not expect
one merely regard.

Love makes people strong
And indefensible sometimes.
And it’ll be not a crime
To make these such innocent rhymes.