My love, my pirate I have loved you deeply, but I want more than you want to give even with our passionate, enduring past.
God has forgiven me for choosing lust over Him.
He is jealous for me and is willing to make me His bride.
I am sorry I cannot wait, the truth is ... is that flesh and spirit war against each other until one is dead; and I love living too much and being in God's presence to have my flesh live anymore... at least not in the way you have seen it my love.
My nickname for you is pirate, because you remind me of a certain captain who sailed upon a ship known as the Black Pearl. But you did not have to take me prisioner for I gave myself to you most willingly.
Alas, sweet and handsome man, I pray for your salvation of your soul and spirit because I don't want you to be lost. Your mindset, your pagan ways are much too heavy for me to bear.
So, I have a care for my life as God makes me His bride.
I must move on in these ungodly times, to come to walk in the lands of my inheritance with ever increasing joy!