How could I have known

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How could I have known
that my fingers could draw profound futures
on the canvas of your supple skin

That kisses on fertile lips could bury dreams in every moment
we took hopeful breathes
and how the darkness in our eyes could be forever filled
like an endless well
with blinding truths and fearful lies

How could I have known
that my love could be a God
for mortal sin