So was her proof of virtue there not given—
There on that nuptial bed ‘neath eyes of God,
Her gaze upturned toward absolving heaven
Full knowing she did lay a scarlet fraud.
No honor there to stain white linen sheets
Save brine that fell for breach of piety,
Where guilt’s clenched fists the crumpled white did pleat,
While love was consecrated solemnly;
By act ordained, now she a licit wife
Deemed pure in heart in deference to sworn faith,
Yet husband true did note the tears of strife
His visage floating like a woe filled wraith.
But God stayed silent, she relaxed her grasp…
Praying there in hope, he’d never ask.

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