The Royal Epistle to the Ladies on the Street

Dear beloved ladies on the street, Your beauty should not be for rent, It's more than that which is spent. Your body's not for worldly gain, It's meant for love, not worldly pain. True love is not in what you do, But what you are, deep down, it's true. Your heart is not for money's sake, It's for God, and love to make. You're precious, more than any gold, A soul of value to behold. I pray that you will come to see, Your worth is more than you believe. Virginity is not a sin, but pride, A treasure to be held inside. A gift to give to one you love, A sacred vow from heaven above. So, ladies, hear this plea, And turn from all your vanity. Protect your bodies and your souls, And let your love for God control. Your future husband is waiting there, To love you with all of his care. Don't waste your beauty in the night, When you could be a wife so bright. Choose a path that's filled with grace, And you'll find love in a sacred place Your bodies are a holy shrine, Deserving of the highest design. Don't let the world deceive your heart, With empty promises, a false start. Remember, true love is patient, kind, It doesn't boast, it's not confined. So, ladies, hear this plea, I pray, And let God's love guide you each day. Don't sell your bodies on the street, Keep them pure, and love complete.