Your sins became a shadow on my mind,
A stain of dark betrayal and love lost,
A blot I hoped would pale over time,
Yet found with waxing years, that it would not;
With passing time, love has meant more to me,
More than a simple fancy to indulge;
A sacred trust that braves eternity,
Proud thought and action ever to promulge;
Of vile deception, what does one proclaim,
Save pure love can be damned by wicked lies,
And when so blackened, what of love remains
That is still true, and cannot be decried?
But lo, a sweeter love expunged that stain!
And your black heart, in shadows, shall remain.

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