Father, I confess I once bowed down
And worshiped at Love’s golden altar
Brought offerings of poems and roses
Daily my lips adored and praised her.
I worshiped the ground on which she trod
Every command with haste I obeyed
To her alone complete devotion
At her feet, body and soul I laid.
For my sin I now must dearly pay
For the wages for all sin is death
All my weary days in penance spent
No peace ’till I draw my final breath.