(From Vincent to Madonna)
Oh, Madonna, light of my yearning soul,
Your name, a hymn, my heart’s toll.
Though the Church’s gates may bar your way,
My faith in you will never sway.
Three times they’ve cast their holy decree,
Excommunication’s weight on thee.
Yet in your eyes, I see the spark,
A sacred fire, piercing the dark.
Come to the chapel, kneel by my side,
Let us seek the grace they’ve denied.
For though the Pope may turn away,
Love’s absolution will find its way.
I pine for the echo of your voice in prayer,
For the whispered “Amen” we could share.
The stained glass would blush at your light,
Even angels would envy such a sight.
Madonna, my rebel, my radiant muse,
Faith and love are ours to choose.
For what is faith without the heart?
A hollow creed, a fractured art.
So take my hand, defy the decree,
Let’s make a church of you and me.
In love, no excommunication can bind,
For heaven resides in the heart and mind.
Oh, Madonna, my sacred plea,
Come to the altar, pray with me.
Together we’ll rise, through judgment’s fire,
Two souls united in love’s choir.