I know now,
Why
You have captivated my heart,
Mister Sir...
For you were,
My image of perfection,
And attraction:

My heart has become tar,
For longing for your defection

You were an identical heart beat
And soul to mine,

But,
I was vile and young and bold...

I no longer need salvation,
For my King has come

I rather still fancy your immaculenity,
For I dream about it:
Sun down,
Sun up.