"Synonymous" (An Italian Sonnet)

Through eyes of flesh I have seen thee, God’s Bride

How you speak and the way you walk

Oh how I cannot help but to balk

Now the world looks upon you with chide

You pretend that all has been swept aside

You say “I have put my Husband first”

But everything you say are words rehearsed

Full of selfish motive and with your pride.

Darkness has overthrown my very own sight

And I prostitute myself to my desires

In the shadow of God’s towering spires

If only there would be truth to my plight

And I would cut off my selfish desires

That I might be pleasing in God’s holy sight.