©ChrisDuke Day 054/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #inkblotsanctum The Verdict Seated in the grave silent courtroom, awaiting the jury to step out, Waiting for the result to prove my heart beat for my lady's tune. My feelings have been tested, by the fiery inferno of mad scrutiny, drown in the tempest of excruciating patience, Here I stand at the final summon before witnesses those against me and those for me, even after being prune. The moment we've been waiting for is here, as the jury stepped out, first came lust, then fantasy, infatuation, patience, respect, till the very last, love itself, In the heat of the silence, the honor read out their verdict, in the case of I versus the every iota doubt, the jury finds me guilty of truly in love and not a loon.