"And what is your crime?" the judge, he said,  
"To whom did you cause harm or dread?  
For I see no blood, no theft, no pain,  
Yet you stand accused all the same.

Is it love that brought you here today?  
And if it is, then what can I say?  
For love, in all its varied forms,  
Should never be the cause of storms.

But still, the law binds my hand,  
Though it’s a law I don’t understand.  
For love is no crime, and I must confess—  
This verdict leaves my heart in distress."