The holy men in their black robes did not have hearts,
They all sang with one voice to their lord,
I said you have Elysian eyes,
Making you blush,
You drew the sweetest words from my lips,
until the priests came for us
Everything about you, I would applaud,
but they reserved such passionate lyrics for their God
For Him, they would shed their blood,
there is no torture they would not endure,
But when I say I would do the same for you,
they say Love has turned me into an idolator
But my love, you are nothing short of divinity,
and I could praise the way you breathe
When they harm themselves for a god, they are seen as pious men,
but when I do it for love, it is insanity to them
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