The heart, unchecked, will wander far astray,
Its whispered wants a siren’s luring call,
And God, in grief, withdraws His guiding stay,
To let the soul in freedom steeply fall.
Desires, once tethered, now run wild and free,
A shadowed lust that stains the flesh with shame,
Impurity becomes their liberty,
A hollow crown for which they bear the blame.
The body bends beneath its own decree,
Degraded by the hands that sought to please,
A mirror cracked, reflecting misery,
Where once was light, now dwells a dark disease.
Yet still, the choice was theirs to turn or roam,
And God, in love, permits the seeds they’ve sown.