Lovely, Lovely come and smother.
Lonely is this putrid slumber.
Satan’s allure shines in the night
To blacken pure hearts without plight.
Burning, lusting tempts within:
When will my virtue end?
He persuades “This is right
To give up without a fight.”
Lonely, Lonely still am I.
Untouched, Unloved in man’s eye.
For I do not give what is mine.
For purest souls meet divine.
Bored and lonely is my life.
God is my lover, I his wife.
Corrupt can gawk at pure charm
But doing duty does no harm.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 6:56 AM UTC
Lovely, Lovely come and smother.
Lonely is this putrid slumber.
Satan’s allure shines in the night
To blacken pure hearts without plight.
Burning, lusting tempts within:
When will my virtue end?
He persuades “This is right
To give up without a fight.”
Lonely, Lonely still am I.
Untouched, Unloved in man’s eye.
For I do not give what is mine.
For purest souls meet divine.
Bored and lonely is my life.
God is my lover, I his wife.
Corrupt can gawk at pure charm
But doing duty does no harm.
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