If sin and Beauty became as one,

What astounding creation would be done?

Would it not befuddle the mind,

A thing of beauty and transgression designed?

A flawless child meets the eye,

Yet beneath the surface a wild spirit hides.

A majestic, precious, and cryptic creation;

A pearl.

Don't be alarmed; no, never fear.

Whilst the nature of this creation is unclear,

A child of beauty, a child of grace

A mother of love will forever embrace.