I once wrote a story.
Oh my the scandal.
Oh the intrigue.
But hush now.
Lest the plot give way,
The hero give away his sin.
The devil hold the hand of god,
With a whispered breathe proclaim love.
With a tear all that is good cries need.
And so the antithesis  begot evil.
Till the blow that must be dealt was dealt.
Till death.
Till the admittance.
I cannot be without you.
All that is you,
All that I am not.