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?
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.
her very vessel i worship.
love’s presence: her judgment’s approbation.
humbly, lads, abrupt your courtship
Mass soon begins, and I, her congregation.
for this lovely Deity needs only me,
one single follower to rid her mind of thee.