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
Back to the Poetry Table of Contents!
Back to the Main Page!