Oh how I fight,
so that my heart is always with you,
with the temptation my chest tight,
but I always will hold true.
As the thoughtless lustful bodies fill my eyes,
attempting to distract me with an ****** twist,
I recognize they will be my demise,
and create an opportunity which will be missed.
Because my dear, you are but a miracle,
carefully crafted by what one could only assume to be a god,
our love is almost satirical,
causing every potential disaster to appear as only a broad.
With my heart trapped in your hands,
it is slave to your hearts demands.