Father forgive me, I know exactly what I do.
I have let him in every night in spite of you.
You deliver peace and promise of light,
but he cures my lust and eases my fright.
His sweet caress sends chills over my skin,
and throws burning coals on the fire within.
Forgive me father and my immortal soul,
it is no longer mine,
for I have switched roles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem