Innocence Idealized

He looks at me with innocent eyes
wondering why I appear to be so corrupt
If only he could believe that my tarnished state
had little to do with the depth of my feelings for him
I have never claimed to be a saint
I merely idealize what it would be like
To be that loving, unconditionally
To be that kind and forgiving
To be so unlike my flawed and tainted self

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