Religion Of Love (#3) - Poem by April Darcy
I have cleansed my soul with your sweat,
I have taken your body into mine like Communion;
I have drank the wine from your lips;
And, we have happily trespassed upon each other's hearts.
But, we could never be,
For it has been ordained by God.
It is so easy to say
Yet, so difficult to understand.
Our hearts no loner one;
Our souls never to be united
As commanded by the Holy Spirit.
I have heard every Clestial decree
But, it's hard for me to believe that a Divine Being,
Who created Love, could end It so easily.
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