For the Lord who is above me, and I entrust all
My doings towards thee,
I must take two minutes off five to ask you a
                Question.
Remind me of a strange phenomenon I heard of once;
Single word uttered in ear,
Indeed I was confused as she was caressing my neck;
               Silly, really.

  We do not talk well, we Run out of things to say.
It is not because of want to try!
I must convey that sitting in the park is quite
           Delightful.
Curious how my palm perfectly matched her palm;
As her soft skin with little lines drew a perfect line to mine.
Hazel eyes observed as I tentatively touched her cheek;
          How foolish.

  Oh dear Lord,
I think that I love below my station!;
For yes I question logic and reasons when I lose
All standings in her eyes.
But not so mystified!
I think that I must aggravate situation;
Her mother would bleed my blood money dry.
So Lord indeed on high,
Why is it you give me a decision, which makes a grown man cry?

Even if I have upset you, or have absolutely
Ruined whatever it is you had in mind,
What is this, a punishment?
To watch a clock at 3am and not remember two or five
         Prior?
To force myself upon a girl not twenty-three,
To bleed out her virginity?
She says she has made love to me,
I say that she's a liar.

  Oh dear Lord,
I think that I love below my station!;
For now I comprehend a little beggar must
          Never have my hand.
No little wench will frustrate a man;
Even though I have bled her, I have bled her dry.
So Lord indeed on high,
       I thank you for this discussion, which will make a woman cry.