Drawn the blood of a saint,
Such an ethereal paint,
Desperate for love,
I see no one above,

What happens when we die?
How often should I cry?
Compared to you,
I am just one of the few,

Accepting my love,
Instead of pushing, just shove,
The innocence of your voice,
The compassion that makes no noise,

Touching my face,
Your arms wrap around me in an embrace,
Forfeiting your faith in God,
Letting your heart be with mine like two peas in a pod,

All that you taught me,
I should let you be,
You don't want my love,
I wish i could fly away like the white dove,

But instead I will show my compassion,
A perfection beyond anyone's reaction,
My soul reaches out to yours,
Only to find a barrier in front of you sores,

I want to heal you,
I want to change your view,
But alas I cannot,
For you finally fought,

The faith that you had,
Returned only to make you sad,
It hurt your soul, took your innocence again,
And then,
Tore you from men,
And me...