At love’s mercy she cries softly
Dreaming of another’s body
In the darkness, the cold silence
Of the doubt that binds her firmly
Is it so wrong? – she asks as fear
Keeps her vision blurred, so unclear;
The demon’s voice inside her mind
Is taunting all that she holds dear
And trapped her heart proceeds to yearn
For a clue to help her discern
What can this foreign feeling mean?
She needs her hope to be confirmed
Until then, she will wait the night
Doubt echoing till morning light
She’ll bow her head, her soul ashamed
Of indulging passion’s delight
Image: Josephine Sacabo