Exposing essence to a corpse
A conflict that will not triumph
Breath is soul that wants to enter
Uplifting love not yet begun

A stringent culture that forbids
The sways of rapture fail to grip
The unconverted bids to mesh
But fails and falls right off the grid

And just when fate avows to seal
Religion rots and loses zeal
The budding lovers, young, anew
Mature and thrive to carry through

This poem was written/submitted by Domenic Scopa.