I feel like a house that never knew it existed till you lived in it
These are the emotions I thought were extinct
You are the kind of heaven I cant get enough of
the sin no Pope should risk absolving me of.
If my love for you is a parasite,
let no cure be found for that disease.
Even if I told you I loved you and all you carelessly said was … “Its a draw ”
It is the half loaf that is equal to what the Saviour fed his people.
The bigger crime is letting it stay in my heart
At least let me be sent to prison for that!