Smiling, unadulterated but abstract,
her joy knows no earthly limit,
her love knows no earthly expression,
her life a shining beacon of faith.
A kiss could never be pure, her mouth
profaned its lust with her pious words.
The contradiction between love and in love,
it always superseded her revelry.
Reverence was her only purpose.
In the face of such piety
I was nothing.