By the turnstile beckons a damsel fair
The face of Melinda 'neath blackened hair
No joy would flicker in her eyes Brooding sadness came to a rise
Failure had passed the stepping stone
She had sworn her vows to another
Words would falter to atone This is when noAnd conceded pain is crumbling mirth
A harlot of God upon the earth
Found where she sacrificed her ways That hollow love in her face
Still I plotted to have her back
The contentment that would fill the crack
This day fell, the darkness nigh I took her by the hand to say
All faith forever has been led stray
My soul released a fluttering sigh
I returned for you in great dismay Come with me far away to stay
Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime
She spoke of her vices and broke the rhyme
But baffled herself with the final line
My promise is made but my heart is thine.
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