No One is a Saint
By: JoAnna Martin

I wonder if you're too good to be true,
someone out of a dreamworld, not really you.
I see the love you have in your eyes
although hidden beneath the Devil's disguise.
You make yourself seem like a demon to me
while I see one who's thoughtful and as sweet as can be.
In my mind, there is no doubt,
I see not the evil you speak about.
I see nothing but beauty within your soul,  
not someone with evil having taken control.
I see not a black heart, filled with wicked intentions.
I see not  a dark soul consumed by a sinister tension
I see no hatred or loathing lurking within.
I see no malice or cruelty or perpetual sin. 
If you are nearly as bad as you say you may be
then I wonder how evil that classifies me?
No one is a saint, as you well know.
Even those who's true colors don't show.
We are all born with cruel tendencies.
Causing others pain comes with ease.
But loving another is completely different.
Could you hurt the one you love and still be content?
Or would you be overwhelmed with guilt
for ruining the relationship that had been built?
Hmmm...I wonder which one it is.
Do you cause anguish and suffering...or pure bliss?


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