In the tumult of youth
I forgot about your promise
Of our tryst
My love for live overflowed
In the d**h of your splendor
And now as I make haste
Towards my own d**h
My pride breaks
Under its own weight
The clamor of truth
Beats steadily in my breast
As your love
Tears into the sheath of my pain
The sin is mine
And I weep at my unworthiness
To tend your garden