Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Unfaithful

I was a harlot when you called your bride.

A thousand other loves I've found since.

Daily I break my vows.

Each day you pull me close

And into my ear you whisper again

I do, I will, I must

Never have I earn your love for me

Never could I hope to

You have remained faithful

You have remained true

You whisper once more

That is why I died for you

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