the crave for purity was great in us,

the crave for purity was great in us,
till we were at odds with how we knew—
nothing brighter than smiles graced
our faces
when nothing was, but to be near to you—
how is woman ever a mother true,
when its the body she seeks to cure
and its a man that defines what is pure—
and what will never be preserved through here
was the chase after the other lover,
the reason to please another dear—
with each heart beat home enough to hold her
and bind him straight up and remove all fear—
but as rules are broken and tears are shed,
form disappears and faith rules in it’s stead—