Hey!! What's the story?
Within my hands I held a precious gift
that I neither owned nor could I return.
I stole it from a heart that dared not shift
and give in to the passions I did yearn.
I thought myself deserving of the prize
because her joy was in another's clasp.
So I stared down into dilating eyes
wide with fear as I steeled my heavy grasp.
We whispered words that'd gone too long unsaid;
I through gritted teeth and will unbending,
she in a silent prayer upon the bed.
Gazing within, I saw her dimmed light's ending.
And now, with those same hands fitted in chains,
I weigh my sin and its delusive gains.
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