This finger's for you, this time.

You gave me hands to make her breakfast in bed,
You gave me a heart that doesn't stop beating at the sight of her,
You gave me legs to run to her in the station,
You gave me eyes to watch her dancing,
You made the sea so I could see her in a bikini,
You made the sun so she'd wear tiny shorts on those warmer days,
You made me to love,
You made her knowing she had a plan,
A plan to be with me.

Her eyes are like crumpets, God.
They make my mouth water and my lips purse,
It doesn't matter if she covers the curves of her thighs,
Or her soft ******* in a shirt, the point is God, you tried,
And my, you crafted something magnificent,
Forgive me, but I didn't believe you existed till she said; 'I love you.'

I may be eating the fruit, but you cannot throw me out of the garden of Eden,
You can forgive me for opening my legs, but you cannot nail them shut,
If you must toss me into hell, as Mary M tossed him, then so be it,
I'd rather be on that crucifix alone, knowing I loved her, than not loving her at all,
I refuse to believe you would condemn,
Something as perfect as this.

My wasted children will forgive me,
As the only thing that grows within me is love.