A Love Struck Priest And A Nun (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

If I do declare my love to you
every saint would point the finger at us,
a whole church denomination would rise up against us,
would damn us and spare us no words.
If I do declare my love to you
high holy ones would point their fingers upward,
would rage their justified anger at us
would look at us like two people that had gone mad.
If I do declare my love to you
nobody but you and I would understand
that love comes from the heart of God,
nobody would notice how holy and noble everything between us is,
that nothing can remove the meaning, the depth of these feelings:
that love is limitless.