If sin and Beauty became as one,
What astounding creation would be done?
Would it not befuddle the mind,
A thing of beauty and transgression designed?
A flawless child meets the eye,
Yet beneath the surface a wild spirit hides.
A majestic, precious, and cryptic creation;
Don't be alarmed; no, never fear.
Whilst the nature of this creation is unclear,
A child of beauty, a child of grace
A mother of love will forever embrace.