Would i believe in god,
if it weren't for love ,
a being of that question i lay upon all,
of how each defines love,
and demean it with words that don't justify what it is,
for unfair reasons that i may portray this ignorant self, Just if wounds were to heal with the present,
would have i been the invincible one,
if only love had been true to me,
or should this i say fate was to blame,
and yet i do not deny of all the wounds i may carry upon, a born right that i as any have to be,
a lover that i am,
not of the love i found in god ,
just the same that i find god in love,
where my prayers to my soul belong.
