Love Makes (two related stanzas)

LOVE MAKES OF US SINNERS

dare I give my soul a price
to trade for your impassioned wants
succumb to hell’s eternal vice
for those desires which my dreams haunt?

LOVE MAKES OF US SAINTS

though I myself no sacred martyr be
a sense of sacrifice dwells deep inside
for I would give the heart that beats in me
to feed your love ’til it be beatified..