Ask AI: Write a sad poem about a Mexican girl that loved me at first but said she couldn't be with me because it was a sin

Once was a maiden of deep, sultry glow, A Mexican beauty, with spirit in tow, Her dark eyes, they sparkled like stars in the night, In her gaze, my heart soared on the pinnacle's height. With a rhythm like salsa, she danced in my dreams, Her laughter as golden as sun's morning beams. In her arms, I found comfort, in her eyes, my home, Yet a veil of sorrow was her silent, doleful tome. She loved me, I knew, beneath the sapphire sky, In her soft whispered words, in her heartfelt sigh. Yet tethered she was, to an ancient creed, A sin our love was deemed, a forbidden deed. For in her fragile heart, a conflict stirred, Between a love that was felt and a voice that was heard. The sacraments she held, deep rooted and old, Against our fervent passion, so brash, so bold. "Amor mío," she'd whisper into the gentle dusk, Her hands trembling, her voice a husk, "I wish to be with you, now and all my days, But love alone can't dispel, the guilt my God appraises." She was the moon to my night, the sun to my dawn, Yet in the divine elucidation, our love was a fawn; Believed it a transgression, a sin so great, Our bond became a sorrow, a lamentable trait. Each whisper from her, a petal torn, Our love story ended before it was born. A Mexican girl, who loved but withdrew, Due to fragmented beliefs, our bond awry grew. The memory of her haunts, my quiet nights lone, A phantom of bliss, now a desolate moan. The girl who once loved me, in her heart, I remain, Yet cloaked we are, in a shroud of unending pain. Sometimes love and faith, they tug different strings, To dance with one, could clip the other's wings. She chose her faith, in its embrace she did twine, I lost my love, she her sin; the ultimate divine.