There's two sides,
the loyal and the sinister,
two different types of love to administer.

Sweet darling, I love you like the sun.  
If there's not you, there might as well be no one.

At the same time, I feel conflicted by my youth.
I don't want it to waste away by false truth.

Will the love we share last until forever?
Or are we better off separate together?

Is there someone better lurking in the streets?
or is my soulmate already in my sheets?

What can a man do, in this situation,
except wait and pray for miraculous salvation?

****, if only I knew what the future holds.