Saint was a creature, had it been her.
Painted with the crimson sky,
Caressed by the warmth,
Breathing on the hand of Father.
Taint was an entity, had it been me.
A torn paper, thrown in a pit,
The shame and the disowned,
Walking in a heavenly hell.
Saint found Taint,
Yet she knew nothing about him.
Taint kept himself in secrecy,
As a sinner and a lover, he was.
On the witness of Father, he apologized
And Father took him, forgave him;
Trusting him in the name of redemption,
As He was starting a new page.
Taint finds Saint,
Yet she remembers nothing about him.
But, oh, he does.
Taint keeps himself in secrecy,
As a lover, for loving Saint,
As a sinner, for loving Saint,
On every page.
Author: Latifah Kendra/234214116
Editor: Yohana Satvika Wahyuveda, Ruth Tirza Arina (QC)
Illustrator: Angelita Dayang Diva