poetic Justice

There is no love wich pierces the heart
like the love of a woman.
Oh the blessed curse of love,
both serpent, and heavenly dove.
I have loved, and never felt love in return,
And this sweet form, is for what I most yearn.
Oh heart, deceptive heart, why must you taunt,
while for others, her gifts does she flaunt.
Where is the start for which I desire,
To hold the hand for which my heart does fire.
Yet she fears the reason I yet live,
because his forgivness did he give.
How shall I ever be loved by her now
Oh please dear Savior,
work this out some how.
I need you now, I dont want to be alone
Grace me again, with the favor you have shown.
And from her love, I shall see.
How to love you more, as you love me.
I am lost, in my own mind,
for her sweet pitty is always so kind.
At this moment, She fears me more
Only my love do I have in store.
Please teach me to gain her hand,
and for this sweet thing to fight, and stand.
For if you grant me this precious glee.
I do promise I will never flee.