Her Purity Poem by Martin Greyford

How do I even begin to articulate
The merry my heart feels?
How do I begin to scrutinize
The happiness that is within me?

How often does one get merry?
For that one romantic encounter
That joins two bodies as one
And gets to tast the blood of her Purity?

And for how long does this happen
Being satisfied to the fullest
By that one true lover
Who gave you herself

And gave you something
That she's treasured her life?
And can I let go such a one?
How foolish of me to let go

Such beauty knowing that
You're the only one she's known as man.
How stupid of me to dump
Such a jewel, pearl retrieved from the deep of the oceans.

A crystal that everyone
Is still searching for in the caves.
A ruby one is still searching for in the mines.
A diamond people are still fighting for.

Yet I have her in my arms.
A moon that shines bright
In my darkest moments
And shows me the way.

A person I have known as my woman
And the person I am yet to spend my tomorrow with,
Not that she gave her pride
But the love she's given me.

A flower of sweet aroma
Growing and glowing in the desert.
A watering hole in the wilderness
That quenches my thirst;

How lovely of her
To fall for a fool like me
Who depends on her love for a living
And who now live because of her.