For O’ Father, I have a confession…
for I believe what I have felt—what I
feel, must be all in sin.
I have met a girl, such a wondrous,
marvelous woman.
She’s beautiful, wonderful, O’ the heavens
sing her name with such angelic
beauty my heart begins to flutter.
She has me drunk on her scent, her
presence.
It’s highly possible I’ve gone daft.
Insane, completely and utter obsessed with
just being with her, near, I want her to be at my
side, and I at hers.
She seems to be a dream, just an image
in which only could be possible in
my imagination.
A dream I have no intention of waking from...
I believe I’m Love, Father.
I believe that I am in such a deep sin in which no amount
of prayer or holy water can cleanse.
I pray that you will forgive me for feeling this way, saying the
things I have said…
But I can’t live my life without knowing such an angel as her…
 UnLukii · Mon Feb 15, 2010 @ 05:55am · 1 Comments |
