Love Disappoints, Hope Lives

When I was innocent I dreamt of love, a kind of love most worthy of virgins-- for whom a simple kiss admits no sins or shame, or betrays the appearance of disgrace; But I, blessed not as from above by heaven or by God, quit, as life wins; losing all hope and faith till my head spins with the winds of lust that blew the white dove of my innocence away. Then a whore and **** took away my virginity; she then revealed that there were fifty more besides me, I recall most bitterly. But so long as there is breath and hope lives, love will come; and when it comes, it forgives.