An Amish lass, in simple life, brought up,
Loves a Pentecostal voice of flame,
His fiery sermons stir her quiet cup,
His vigor calls her, though from different frames.
Their love, by both communities, is banned,
Her kin is dismayed, and his flock, with scorn, brims.
She dreams of leaving her bonnet and her land,
To stand beside him in his church's hymn.
Yet he implores, "Stay true to your core,
Our love must suffice in secret's shade."
In hidden meets their hearts do they outpour,
Till time might bring a union unafraid.
No creed to bind, just love's sweet communion,
Transcending church to form a pure union.