The Lovers’ Complains

“He was a good man who sang and wrote to me for a week. This is his last letter, a poem, ‘Daughter Of Zion.’ Reverend I was falling for him and would have allowed him my heart. But then he failed miserably. Into the cold dark night he came moody and tense. There it was, between his legs, stood his firm, long and large tentacles as he smiled lustfully at me! I am a child of God! Created in his image! I will not fornicate or devour my body, which is the empale of God. I want him but he has to marry me before I gave him the key to this temple.”

Three Hours later…

“I have come from far Reverend, and by God what have I learn? Does mercy really exist and does God loves us continuously? I’m losing sight of that in this love dilemma of mine. Many things have become meaningless overtime. I was in love with her until she drained her love out of me with her vain attitudes. I love her though, but as a friend and maybe someday…but I wonder about the truth now that I think about it. And it frightens me even more because I’m just a man, I cannot afford to fall in and out of love. I want something’s to be eternal. Is she the one?”
“Go back to your knees your lover is in God’s hand.”
“But I’m young!”
“By God, age has little to do with love. You are young. Go to your knees. Pray. God has your wife.”

And just a thought…I wonder who’s telling the truth?

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