Exhaustion hits with a new blow
a seed
dark it sows
and sadness swirls
though My sweet Savior
hurls
it quickly past
so why does my spirit
seem to fade so fast
why do I find
no hunger for him
when prior
those unholy thoughts would swim
lust is the devils friend
and with matrimony
comes death
to what used to be our breath
and so we fight
and hold tight
to the beautiful right
to now become one.
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