Premeditated Love

Premeditated love?
Well this glove fits
And I must admit

I stalked you first
And you thought
You could do worse.

So you groomed me
Shaped and molded
Until you could see

In that mirror
A love was there
And it was clearer

I stand accused today
Deliberately planned
An act I put into play

No need for third degree
I wholeheartedly
Plead Guilty

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs