God’s Love Kills Temptation
Wherefore doth love come seeping out of thee?
My eyes dost spy, thou humor other girls.
Thy grace, I wonder every night of she.
Thy prick, amidst her maiden, virgin curls.
I've spent thy hatred within mine own soul.
In fog, I saw thy face all cloaked in lies.
Mine grin became a glare, and took a toll.
From here on out, mine days held wet with cries.
The King's temptation mocks the God above.
It shatters hard, the heart, in His estate.
But snakes they form again to make a dove,
That soars beyond and toys with royal fate.
A Queen doth know that love is ever kind.
I bear thy cross until He shows, divine.