Sin
Was it a sin
That I walked the length of the brook to see your blue eyes?
Was it a sin
That I made love with you beneath the Sycamore?
Was it a sin
The way you made me melt into a defenseless child?
Was it a sin
The way you left my heart with no companion to love?
Was it a sin
That you spoke without listening?
Was it a sin
That you closed the door before it was even ajar?
© 2006 David Greg Harth
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