Remembering that magic day
when I saw you arrive.
My time, till then a sentence served.
You made me feel alive!

Watching, counting every step
that brought you near to me.
My throat constricted! Sweaty palms!
A vision, fair to see!

Fate delivered you to me
while others moaned and cried.
Fortune smiled on me that day.
and I smiled too, inside.

We've been together since that day
though you were slow to soften.
Eventually you came around.
And quickly! And so often!

We spend our days, and yes, our nights
in easy, odd affection,
sneaking kisses after dark
and hiding from detection.

My ideal mate! My Valentine!
I feel the urge to tell
that you've change my captivity
to heaven, from my hell.

But it won't last; don't say it will.
One day you'll up and go,
abandon me to loneliness
as we both surely know.

Your sentence was just three-to-five,
with good behavior, two.
So you'll be out eight years before
my parole hearing is due!