My Lover, But In Hell

Woman, I want to scream your name, I feel to run around and preach about you. I am converted from Christianity to 'Theresasim', I am intoxicated and blind. I can't see a soul, But your soul. Your dainty look is so to die for, If you were glory, I would already become holy. Your eyes are so pearly looking, When I look into your eyes, I see a would be love, For me. I would exalt you, I would praise you. But I would only be praising flesh, And being amoral. I can't do anything I would love to do to you, Like make you moan. Unless, I would get shot in my face, Kick in my butt, And fire in my soul, And eternal condemnation to hell.