A sublime assurance,
searing prophesy of something more.
In your eyes a blissful release
lingers, behind the shadows.
You make my love a cardinal sin,
furtive, and wearing masks of guilt.
Leaving me with pale desperation
and rendering my endearments
weak and apologetic.
But I surely will break down
and love you again.
Your eyes full of promise.
Your smile full of sin.