if love was a sin,
would you be
sorry?
would you repent
on your
wrongdoings
and have no face
to turn
to God
when the time
comes?

would you
stay a sinner
forever
to hold on
to one person,
or object, or
a happening, to say the least,
whatever your affections
desire for?

or do you
become a saint,
bend your
promises
into a halo,
and throw
your sharp horns
like a dagger
in one's chest?

if love was a sin,
the devil
would be ashamed
for all the faults I bear.
i'd be in my own
flames,
and my promises
in my own
tail.