Sonnet I Poem by Christian Muller

Would it be wrong my God, to like a girl
Within your Holy House? Now hear me out.
I am no pleb my Lord. Who would unfurl
The rose of her fair purity, don't doubt
My noble cause, I only seek her grace.
Her love, her heart, her sigh, her smile, her eyes.
To see the radiant beauty of her face
Outshine the fleeting light of Eartly skies.
A guiding light, a hand to hold in prayer.
A rising East to my soul's sinking West.
That grants a subtle warmth in Winter's air.
A rock of strength, a hearth to give me rest.
And with a kiss or two, we shan't transgress.
Well more than two my Lord, I must confess.