Perfect Transgressions

Perfect transgressions, so sweetly made,
translated for love, a debt unpaid.
Pit against the ill falls of my mind,
a conscience twisted, a soul maligned.

For love, I broke the sacred vows,
crossed lines that reason disallows.
Yet in your arms, the world fades gray,
and all my sins are swept away.

But still, my thoughts like shadows creep,
haunting my heart when I try to sleep.
The ill falls of guilt, they rise and swell,
dragging me deeper into my private hell.

Perfect transgressions—are they worth the cost?
For every kiss, a piece is lost.
A conscience torn between passion and pain,
drowning in love yet bound by a chain.

I chased the flame, I burned so bright,
but now I tremble in the dead of night.
For love is sweet, but its taste is laced
with the bitterness of a soul disgraced.

Yet here I am, torn and tied,
between the truth and where I hide.
The perfect sins, the heart’s demand,
pit against a conscious reprimand.

So tell me, love, where do we stand?
In this land of sins so grand?
For in your eyes, I lose my way,
but in my heart, the shadows stay.

Perfect transgressions, perfect lies,
we kissed under darkened skies.
But now I face the toll it takes,
the price of love in the choices we make.