Dear sweet darling,
you shine brighter than any star,
and smell sweeter than any perfume.
Your divine lips,
ever so kissable.
Your garden the eden,
feeding the subsequentors of answers.
You tell me,
"you seem god fearing,
and appear that of a peaceful figure"
but I'm not that.
I'm much different,
am I not?
You feed my bad habits
and I sin further than the devil.