It's a Sin
She was a beauty
unlike any other.
Every Saturday morning
like clockwork
she would visit with him,
letting him know
her business,
how she felt.
He would offer
his advice
as well as
offer her an ear.
He wanted more,
but he could not.
He knew
if he had even tried
he would have
lost it all
sacrificing everything
he worked so hard for.
He fell in love
with her,
but still held
one in love before her
sacrificing
physical love,
passion
that he dreamed of.
He was saddened
by his decision,
but yet happy
by his choice.
The monsignor
came from
the confessional
then said goodbye
to the many parishioners
while keeping
his eyes
on her.
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