You are that Booker Prize
For whom many coveted but I’ve got
To love you madly has become
Inevitable crime and truly I fear not
You were and will be in demand
This aching heart does well know
Should I welcome this envious ache?
Marketable mind just let it go
My non-stop yearning will go on
Hungered craving itches everywhere
And courageous confession to crime
Pines for divine share…
Will you too be my best half in crime?
Verdict will be out by the ever flying time