It Was All About Saint Water Poem by Liza Sud

It was all about Saint water,
it was not about the passion,
For Agape is not a soccer,
Constant is and knows no ashes.

It's the viewer who rebukes you,
Not the One who leads the story.
He is always, always pouring,
He's the King of all Amore.

You can't give the Equal answer,
That is why you kept the silence.
But you gulp and go upwards,
As if got the flying license,

That's the source, and not the taking,
Working right without mistaking,
If you feel chain links around -
It means you both win the round.