Here stands a man, a normal church going guy.
Here stands a woman, who caught the man's eyes with such grace.
Here stands a man, who undoubtedly had a plan.
This woman with such grace, came to this normal church going man.
He smiled, drawing in such grace.
This man said, 'such beauty of yours should be a sin.'
This made the woman with such grace smile.
Here stands a man, plagued with a sickness unforeseen by such grace.
Here stands a man, who showed his horns of sin.
This woman of grace, now laying questioning why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem