When she looks fair, you say she's lovely.
You tell her grace, her every bit;
Is this your way to choose your lady?
Be cautious of her radiant face,
Behind her smile's a hidden lie.
There's filthiness among her ways;
Is she the girl for whom you'll die?
Enjoy her flesh and have her wed,
With lust within but love without.
Do all the things where reason fled;
But suffer all the pain throughout.
Then time will come you want escape,
Resort to paths that make you worse
As beast of hell in human shape;
This awful thing they call divorce.
Indeed men's eyes can't see the whole,
You choose all things which fade or rot.
Love her body and not her soul,
It`s better if you've loved her not.
-Gapan City, 2006
Copyright 2009 Vin#
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