River of love

A beaufiful angel caught
the fancies of a dark demon
the demon wooed her but
she refused his love with scorn

The furious demon snatched her
away from her land of love,
innocence and happiness to
the land of guilt, lust and desire.

The fairy tried hard to hit
all the hands grabbing at
to prove her disgust at lust
her heart filled up with anguish.

Every day the demon would visit
and ask her if she was ready to give in
every time he met the same hatred
and returned disappointed, enraged.

One night the fairy had a dream
God has come down to help her
she told her in a voice full of love
and peace that she is wrong.

She is not wrong in her chastity
or her refusal to surrender to dark
she is wrong at trying to hit back.
Being lonely she first should be strong.

When a pure but narrow stream of love
enters a dry, cruel desert it dries up
but if that same river fills up bank to bank
it easily crosses the desert to the ocean.