If I were a templar,
loving you would be a sin.
To gaze upon you is to break my vows,
and the very thought of you is a transgression.
As how bees are attracted to honey,
and flowers bloom in spring.
My heart cannot help itself,
but to be attracted to you.
If I cannot love you,
then I'd rather not love at all.
For if loving you were a sin,
then I'd be the greatest sinner of all.
