How can I know love when I’m made of sin?
Evil and wrong, there is no place for me,
And pain melts away as the blade slips in,
Behind the closed doors where none dare to see.
There on my knees my words pleading for why,
I was condemned to hell ere I was born,
My heart turns black and I feel myself die,
Yet she stopped me as the sun rose to dawn,
The lady who dared me to see her face,
With words of wisdom from the days of old,
My light in the darkness of divine grace,
She took me in as my faith remained cold.
My lady within me when I see fear,
She draws me closer to hold me near.
Form: English Sonnet