AM I NOT WORTHY OF ONE WOMAN'S LOVE

Written by: elijah prophet

         i JUST TURNED TWENTY-EIGHT YEARS OLDED.  MY FIRST AND ONLY

LOVE WAS IN NINTEEN NINTY-NINE.  SHE WAS THE VERY ESSENCE OF TRUE

LOVE TO ME.  SHE WAS TWENTY-THREE AND I WAS SIXTEEN.

  YES SHE CAPTURE MY VIRGINITY.  HOW DID I KNOW THAT SUCH LOVE WOULD 

        HAVE ALMOST ANNIHILATED MY HEART?

I PAID DEARLY FOR MY INEXPERIENCE AS I ACHED LIKE A WOUNDED BEAST.  YES, I WAS

AT WAR WITH ALL WHO DARED ATTEMPT TO SOOTHE MY DEAFENING PAIN.

         TO ME SHE WAS LIKE THE RADIANCE OF A FLOWER AS HER FRAGRANCE WAS THAT

OF FRANKINCENSE.  SHE WAS FAR BEAUTIFUL THEN THE FAIREST OF MAIDENS.

        NEITHER DID I KNOW THAT TRUE BEAUTY WAS A THING FO THE HEAERT AND NOT OF

THE FLESH.  OH WAS I MERELY IN LUST RATHER THEN LOVE.

             TWELVE YEARS I HAVE PATIENTLY AWAITED FOR LOVE TO COME. FOR I AM 

A SOLDIER OF THOSE THINGS WHICH LOVE HAS DEEMED WORTHY OF HER FRUITS.  FOR 

SHE IS THE HARVEST OF MY DREAMS. DO COMETH FOR ME LOVE, BEFORE I CEASE TO BE

            SET ME FREE SO THAT I MAY LOVE AGAIN AND BE THE ESSENCE OF ME.