Sonnet of a Lover and Sinner

What a grave sin, what abomination—a lover Loving a man of his choice, astray, following heart’s desire. Pray tell, whom have I wronged and what prayer Is there to purge this unholy burning fire? The Most Merciful and Forgiving Truly You are. But for all I know, no devil Writes such sweet songs, so divine and of love, to sing And no virtuous prophet, untouched by Gabriel, Could fully decipher what Your will is. So let me believe this love is pure To the day when Israfel fulfils his Heavenly duty. And all will see for sure: Us, entering Your radiant celestial garden; For even Azrael understands love is God-given.