The first woman my first love.

She has brown hair and brown eyes

For her, my heart is the prize

Of her passion play

She consumes my thoughts - 

More with each passing day.

I am lost without her

I would follow her far and near

She is mine forever more.

And I am hers - 

Her absence is my greatest fear.

My fear brought to life -

By the second woman - the purveyor

Of my godless licentiousness.

She has blue eyes and hair of burgundy.

Her motives are ruinous; She enters my life

By accident; by mistake;

I am divided by the succubus whore

Deluded by her promises and lies

Falling for it is an act of mutiny

And a testament to carelessness.

Behind the disguise

The other woman is a demoness; twisted by black and empty

hearted, self-serving misanthropy

By divine grace, I am saved; spared.

The succubus is cast away

The love and desire of my heart standing beside me

So I say to her

Stay forever near

To lose you again is something I cannot bear.