Guilty!

Witness to the birth of your hands,

As you picked up your first pencil with tiny fingers;

Your eyes came into life

With your first dreams;

But your unforgivable sin was 

the rush of blood through your veins,

After you first sipped on a wine of purest red.

The growing love in your now beating heart

was what has been petrifying them to such insanity

all along.