He wore a golden cross
Draped around his neck.
I told him
It would melt like any other piece of metal.
He knelt by her statue;
He mumbled to her sweetly.
I told him
She could listen just as well as any other marble rock.
Then he tried to 'save' me
As if I were drowning.
Then I told him
I'll die and rot just as you will,
Just as any Muslim or Jew or atheist.
But he told me he loved
With a voice that brought me to my knees,
With a touch that set me on fire
And burned away all the blemishes,
With eyes that opened mine
Overwhelmed in tears,
Tears pure as blessed water.
Now I wear a golden cross
Draped around my neck.
It will melt down one day,
And my body will rot,
But the soul is forever.
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