SUNRISE

I saw the pink and bruise of the sunrise,
And thought of you.
You danced the two-step on my heart and in my arms

My heart still has its arms wrapped around the memory of you and won't
look at any other women

How much penance must I pay for falling in love with you?
Was it so wrong for me to fall in love with you? If not, then why am I
srtill being punished.