Fickle crush! He worships the deity
Beguiled in fake adulation of time
Masked souls exchanged sans divinity
His amorousness never changed with clime.
Teach me half the wisdom of your ardor
My restive mind invaded by doubts dark
Will delight descend is getting harder
A lamb madly looks like a deadly shark.
Pray! Is loving God and beloved the same?
He waits eagerly for both to descend
What if arrivals occurred in one frame?
He asks for the wisdom which I can’t lend.
All the worldly riches a heap of dirt!
Doubt! Can providence mend a lover’s hurt!