Love Uncorrupt

Love divine uncorrupt how for thee I do yearn, For without are skanks, thiefs, and many a whoremonger, Who birthed from the pits of hell drag many an angel down. Shall I die alone ere I find that one pure love, Since I refuse to rot in this debauchery That drowns our waking days in a hopeless darkness That leads many astray from seeking love sincere And attempts in the dark to replace love with lust? Whether I wait for love or join the debauched world, A lone death are my odds, though strong I feel hope nigh That my love I shall meet, together fore'er be.