The Beginning of the End

I drank love’s water; it was calm and sweet;
I weighed my gains, but questions arose in my head.
It was no longer a dream; I felt the harvest’s heat,
“Wake up! This is the real world,” I vividly heard.
Only last year, we had been great friends;
But soon he wanted more than mere friendship.
My desperate need for attention made holes in my head,
“Everyone else is doing it and we won’t have sex,” I bragged.
My once-a-casual friend now became a lover so sweet,
Time stood still and text messages became endless,
Soon, I was overwhelmed and the pressure swept me off my feet.
I drank his fill of love; why then did I still feel incomplete?
Shockingly, all the toasts of love were all but for my pants;
My freedom of expression is turned into a burden of ease.
Emotions had blinded character; my dream man was off my hands;
O! How lust’s thirst never ceases.
Alas, I should have heard the warning gong.
Lonely, I sat, battling unforgiveness, rejection, and self-hate;
Learn from me; he ate the fruit and he was gone.
Now, I struggle daily with sexual urges, uncontrollable.
“Sexual purity is still possible,”
I heard the preacher across the hall say,
Flee youthful lusts: “He that believeth does not make haste.”
“Wow,” I screamed, “Teach me this truth,” I humbly asked.
Anxiously, step by step, I took a closer second look—
Stolen waters are sweet, but her guests are dead:
I was upset, I had a rethink – In the beginning it was not so;
I chose to retrace my steps.
I prayed, “Father, restore my wounded soul,
I believed a lie but now I’ve eaten the truth.
Jesus, by this new found grace, I promise thee,
As long as I am single, I shall not be stupid.”