Then love is sin, and let me sinful be.

He touched me...
Control myself and try to act
As if I remember my name
But he touched me...he touched me...
And suddenly nothing is the same!

Love bade me welcome;
yet my soul drew back,
Guiltie of dust and sin.

Since Love has made ruins of my heart
The sun must come and illumine them.
Such generosity has broken me with shame.

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lacked any thing.

But when the love light starts shining through his eyes
Made me realize I should apologize
And when he placed a kiss upon my face
Then I knew, oh then I knew that he won my heart.

My wind is turned to bitter north,
That was so soft a south before;
My sky, that shone so sunny bright,
With foggy gloom is clouded o’er
My gay green leaves are yellow-black,
Upon the dank autumnal floor;
For love, departed once, comes back
No more again, no more.

If love is a sin, then beauty is a crime

O love, O fire! once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul through
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine

Love comforeth like sunshine after rain,
But Lust's effect is tempest after sun.
Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.