I want your trust,
and give to you my sincere pledge
and honestly speak
to show I care.
Past sins erased!
Black sins turned gray,
then on your cheek, so rosy fair,
warm kisses placed
to sop away each tear.
Contrite,
I would redress each past mistake
replacing each unrighteous slight
with sweet caress.
Ask me forsake
all other lusts, to you, be true..

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