Through the night,
temptations arise,
a lonely young lady reaching out
to make contact
What should I offer?
Nothing she thinks
she wants.
To be sure.
I can't make small talk with her.
The weather holds no interest
when your heart is lovesick.
No.
Definitely not for this one.
She thinks of people as functions.
There is one I wait for.
She is too good to be mine.
Besides that she is married
to some guy who has decided to sleepwalk
through the rest of their life
together.
I shouldn't even be thinking
of her in any save the purest manner.
I pray through the night
that Jesus will take this cross from me.
There is no way I should be struggling
with a predicament
Such as this
This is definitely
the slow-motion
soap opera
one is likely
to get caught
up in
and miss
the train
or at least
the proper
destination
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