Love comes with lots of rhymes and little reason 

The ultimate unseasoned treason

For all that I govern is gone with one sight of your light

Its so bright

Star crossed lovers so they say

put that penny in my pocket for another day

Such a dangerous game we play but because of my heart I choose to stay

Right, wrong, or indifferent, any which way it's redundant

and contingent on this clandestine love

One cannot understand the art of being struck

Some fall victom, some run with luck

There's no other choice and no other way

I'll turn my head and face the day

Accept the reason and solidify the treason

Swallow and digest the lesson