The End of My Love

When your hand pressed upon your parchment, And when my eyes read those constant Thoughts, my eyes couldn't look away. My heart had a delay, And my mind had nothing, not a thought. My feelings for you may have been bought With words that take my breath. My love couldn't be taken by death Nor could the second coming Keep me from your heart that's striving. Striving for the love you have for me. Cruelty sinks in trying to destroy the early Feelings I founded for you. My love is split in two. However, the feelings may have been extinquished, Our future home is left unfurnished. The sky so dark signals the end of love The course has been run, my eyes are above. Being impure, is unpleasant to the Lord I was a sinner, but then was restored. Restored a believer, not wanting to sin Losing my virginity is not within. Death may not include no embrace But my sin will lead my soul to a horrid place. Hell, and fire, and brimstone acquaint A home for a sinner and not a saint. I, a believer in Christ the King Will not defile the bed before my wedding. You say my beauty only last a time My love for you just became a crime. Lock my up for committing such a sin To fall for love that wasn't true within. False pretenses, my love was took Why love a person, who loves for looks? Now, when I think of who to love I look for an answer in heaven above. Heaven scorns me for embracing A love so cunning That it took me off guard. All the clashing of feelings, and no regard. lets get in the moment And be a tyrant. Give me your virginity For nothing in return really. Love me now and forever But the truth is now clearer. Most girls would accept your proposal The love you give is just a raffle. You put into the game And you get the dame. now in turn the dame gets nothing Nothing but a pain she's bearing. The bearing of a child is grand, But the bearing of a heart broken is never planned. You say you love and always will I say you love and can't be still Moving from dame to dame The vows are all the same. "Your beauty is magnificent And the way you move is elegant." What you say may be true But what you mean is never new. You want our bodies and nothing more Our virginity is like a spiritual decor. Filling the house of sin and lust Destroying the bodies of the just. I am just and smart as well, And will not send my soul to Hell.