I love you,
For thy love stands firm
Upon the summit of grace
Unbent to fickle nature, burning
In vain to defile that which makes
Thee,
Altogether ideal I Instinctively,
Fall short to mirror.
While I was drowning in
Mine sins you stretched
Out thy right hand unto me,
Unbinding her age-old grip
Over me, for good.
Thank you.
Her scent is forgotten,
Mine flesh made clean,
How warming to
Know,
He deems me family.