he didn't put a gun to your head
before you said yes to him
thus don't expect me to remain
a prisoner of love that was never
there a crime for me to commit.

Stoop your knees to the ground
And let your faith unwound
Itself from the shackles
Of unbelief and lukewarmness

God is not a scaffold
You put away
When the elevation is done.

    

Hint: Read line 1 & 7 to get the moral of the poem.

I know nothing about death but to death
I must return my love, my gifts and life
Of my childhood spent to my ageing breath —
The nostalgia insured of peace and strife
My eyes did witnessed and my heart did bear - - -
The heat, the frost of all life's weather scene
In joys I have lived in boldness and fear
In the wildness of heart — my youthful sin.
But still of death - - - I know not her store
A gold tinted room or a blank design?
From breadth to width - - - no life's span can measure
The length or height — a straight or slant recline
That I should move in away from the world
And find rest with the devil or with God.
             — J.Emmy

You say you don't want
******* or *******
that come and go

yet you always on a cloud nine
when interest in you they show

justifying the claim nice guys finish
last but do you even know you no
wife material for the nice guys.