Forgive, For Have I Sinned Again?

His eyes, were a strange shade of black, or brown. At once you could see an unending barren land and the further you delve; they seem to turn into a cloudless night sky. Many a twinkles in those two eyes, but the landscape was dark, and infinite.
You could not tell how deep you could fall into the silence of the pair of eyes.
People speak of the crowning glory of a lady, but his was a Lion’s mane, so unkempt, so wild.

He speaks of how he the fire in the heart burnt away the rest of his soul,

Of how well a corpse on the inside could be given away as just another human,
and that the once warm and bright, is a December winter in Antarctica now.
But you cannot believe what he says, Can you?
He reminds you of yourself,

A part of him was what you are right now.
No mirror could be so real, to let you have a look of what you are to become.

“It’s the closest I’ve been to being in love.”

 You would like believe this, don’t you?
That’s because this is the closest you have been to a soul like your very own.

You can feel his desires as your very own. If someone chooses to call this a sin, I wouldn’t argue.
Is it not a sin to be so close to something you’ve always wanted and just not do anything about it.

This is your sin. And What you feel and desire?
 You cannot question something so pure that comes straight out of your heart .
You haven't sinned.