a pain situated in my chest

planted there from jaded lust.

why is it I’m jealous 

when I’m a cut above the rest?

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i trust her with my life’s fate

but my esteem distracts

my love for her, whom attracts

lonely men, in contact

and in mind, a lusty desecrate.

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her very vessel i worship.

love’s presence: her judgment’s approbation.

humbly, lads, abrupt your courtship

Mass soon begins, and I, her congregation.

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for this lovely Deity needs only me,

one single follower to rid her mind of thee.