smallest of speck so deeply preserved
the love so dark barely unnerved

to whom she holds true one never will know
for faith of love, the trust betrayed to the core

life she lives, she forgives time and again
often it demands the leeway to give away

temptations to blame and live an excuse
how easy to blame and get away from the truth

for I no saint so wont expect the god
for I no saint so wont expect the god

Let “to err is human” not be an excuse
to play the devils spawn