Love has a way of eluding us, slipping through our fingers like a fugitive on the run. Many of us have chased after it, only to find it fleeting, leaving behind wounds, questions, and a past archived with heartbreak. But what happens when love, once a shadow in our imagination, becomes real—when it is no longer a fugitive, but a force that apprehends us in the most profound way?
The Investigation of the Heart
Before true love enters, we often go through a deep interrogation of the soul. Every scar, every disappointment, every fractured hope is laid bare. We reevaluate our past, question our worth, must face our fears and sometimes hesitate to believe in love again. But healing requires exposure—acknowledging the wounds so they can be closed for good.
This process is not about artificial connections or rushed emotions or force. It is about divine implantation—love that is pure, intentional, and transformative from God.
Wanted for the Crime of Love
When love arrives, it doesn’t ask for permission; it invades, trespassing into the places we thought were too broken to be touched. It lingers in corridors of our hearts that were blocked and guarded and at times we turn around and wonder how that person got there. It steals our time, rewrites our story, and breaks the chains that once bound us to solitude.
Love is a heist of the soul, a breaking-in, a transformation that arrests our fears and replaces them with something deeper, something permanent. The one who loves you becomes the most wanted—guilty of unlocking what was long forgotten, of seeing you when others overlooked you, of whispering words that rebuild your reality.
Sentenced to a Lifetime of Love
The irony of love is that while we often run from it, it was always meant to capture us. When love finally catches up, there is no more hiding, no more running. It crowns us—not as victims, but as victors, no longer haunted by the past but healed and made whole.
To be "Most Wanted" in love is to be seen, pursued, and captured—not by fear or fleeting passion, but by a love that is intentional and eternal.
So, if you find yourself caught in the grip of love, don’t resist. Be arrested. Surrender. Be transformed. Be crowned.
The Most Wanted
After a full comprehensive investigation—
An interrogation of my soul,
Every wound, every hole,
Reexamined, exposed,
and disposed,
In the archives of my past,
Where love was always a fugitive, that never really last.
Dedication. Elevation. Evaluation.
No more hesitation. No artificial insemination— Only divine implantation.
You are being summoned, Into a covenant with love and penetration.
Subpoenaed by heaven’s highest courts,
Your name written in sacred reports.
No longer a shadow in my imagination,
Transformation,
Under arrest to change a nation,
A whole generation.
You are on the Most Wanted List
For the spiritual heist of my mind,
For making me see where I was once blind,
For trespassing into my pain,
For enrolling in “You” university in my brain,
And breaking the chain,
That kept me bound To a life without love.
Lost and now found.
Your crime? Stealing my time.
As one of the most wanted,
For blunted,
Force trauma
Requiring me to be whole,
Taking control.
Inducing, deducing,
and producing,
A friend. A wife. A lover.
The Most Wanted and Haunted,
Charged with invading my space,
A trophy of grace.
Whispering words that reshaped my reality—
Guilty of unlocking what was long forgotten in me.
On Heaven’s radar,
For raising the bar, —
No more delay,
You are on full display,
Your face plastered on love’s billboard,
As your love now becomes my reward.
As a poster child for redemption.
No longer held in suspension.
For robbing me of my heart,
dissecting every part,
A fugitive now caught,
For high jacking into loves vault,
You will be stroked, soaked, and yoked, to me forever,
Together.
With evidence uncovered, discovered, And recovered.
You are guilty for making me your puppet of love,
Escaped from above,
And now incentivized with tips,
For making me talk like a ventriloquist,
Without moving my lips,
Placing you most wanted on the list,
For committing subliminal,
Criminal,
Temple invasions.
Not factored into the equations,
As the most wanted,
flaunted,
Vaunted,
And taunted,
In the face of the enemy,
As the remedy,
Captured as a rare specimen,
After enduring a grueling regimen,
Of being marred, Scarred,
And now ready to defend your guard.
Love.
For rewriting my story,
Taking every scar and turning it into an image of glory.
No longer a fugitive No longer daunted,
No longer hunted—
Now wanted.
Captured by love, Sentenced to life,
crowned as my king and me as your wife.