A gold piece for a scarlet shame

Like mine. But mine was not the same.

One night was ours, one short grey day

Of sudden sin, unshrived, untold.

He found me, and I lost the way

To Paradise for him. I sold

My soul for love and not for gold.

He bought my soul, but even so,

My face is all that he has seen,

His is the only face I know,