Would it be wrong my God, to like a girl
Within your Holy House? Now hear me out.
I am no pleb my Lord. Who would unfurl
The rose of her fair purity, don’t doubt
My noble cause, I only seek her grace.
Her love, her heart, her sigh, her smile, her eyes.
To see the radiant beauty of her face
Outshine the fleeting light of Eartly skies.
A guiding light, a hand to hold in prayer.
A rising East to my soul’s sinking West.
That grants a subtle warmth in Winter’s air.
A rock of strength, a hearth to give me rest.
And with a kiss or two, we shan’t transgress.
Well more than two my Lord, I must confess.
Christian Muller is an English Honours student from the University of Pretoria, South Africa. He has an immense passion for writing. His favourite poem is Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling (although Sonnet 116 comes in a close second).