Crime of No Passion

©1992 Jeffrey Hellman

He looks at her

As a flame flashes and burns

She looks at him

Through an ice cube floating in Gin


So they dance, in a trance

Fan the fire into a blaze

In the dawn of a cold winter's day

They find only ashes remain


Is it a crime or a sin

When does it begin

You cannot defend

The crime of no passion


They got all the love they need

But there's no loving when they sleep

Promises run deep

There's one that they could not keep


It isn't a victimless crime

The villain turns out to be time

If it's hand turns mountains to sand

What will it do to a man (or a woman)?


I believe in true love

And in a love that does not die

So why tell me why

Must passion be the victim of time?