Morally incorrect,
Is that really what you should call it?
When the statistics prove it
And culture shuns it.
Things so long ago were accepted,
But now just viewed as though these people
Are blinded by religion or false moral concepts.
“It’s not personal conquest”,
Is what they say.
“Unnatural”,
Is what they call it.
But it’s not.
It’s looked at as a religious prospect,
And indeed many do fallow the words preached at them
Going along with what is wanted of them,
But this is precious to me.
My one gift that I can save of me,
To give to the one that wants nothing but me.
Chastity,
Taken for granted, and stolen away.
“Look!”
Screams the mass media,
“She’s different, she’s saving herself.”
It snickers at my struggles,
Knowing how hard it really is.
“Isn’t it a joke? True love is only in fairy tales sweetheart.”
They try to pull me down so that they won’t feel
Ashamed of the things that they have done.
I won’t fall for that trap like so many others have,
I know where it leads.
I see those faces of women over-used,
I feel the emptiness at the end of each pointless fling.
It’s not worth it in the long run.
I want meaning when I wake the next day,
Not a stranger.
Not someone who might leave
Because they don’t think I am as
As good as someone they’ve had before.
The pull is strong and I can feel it.
But the more it pulls the weaker it gets,
I can feel it slowly loosing me.
I won’t go down that road,
And eventually I’ll find someone
Who will appreciate it like people should,
And to him I’ll give myself to.
The ultimate present,
A gift I can only give once.
I hear the media.
I hear the religions.
NO!
I will not save it because of God,
I am not going to save it to avoid diseases,
I’m not saving it for you or your reasons.
I am saving myself for me,
And for one exclusive other.
My true love?
I guess you can call him that,
And yes, I do believe he is out there,
I may have even found him.
But I am staying strong,
And I will push away the hunger that comes,
Till I know with no doubt in my mind
And no doubt in his,
That what we have isn’t so simple,
And yet isn’t so complex,
Not Meek and yet not so intricate.
Only one little word can describe it well.
Though media has falsified the word,
Some of us still know its’ true meaning.
The meaning of,
Love