The Sentence

Going on 6 years
Of my undetermined sentence
Maybe it's just a part
Of my overall repentance

I feel like I'm in prison
In heart,soul and mind
In solitary confinement
The loneliness, not kind

I love you more and more
As each day slowly goes by
But, hey, maybe that's the point
Maybe that's the reason why

I water this garden of love
Each day with my own tears
Maybe the harvest will be abundant
After all these years

If my love and devotion
Has reached up to you and risen
All this pain will be worthwhile
When I'm released from this here prison