Purity Poem

Questioning if waiting 'till marriage is worth it.

  

   I hear many a tale,

   Of it sacrificed, stripped, stolen,

   And even offered up willingly,

   To one who'd spend it on pleasure,

    Without a second thought.

   Yes, I've heard and dreaded,

   Choices coming my way,

   To keep it would be a struggle,

   To lose it just too easy.

  

   I've wondered if now,

   Those spent, worn, used,

   Felt they'd bought anything,

   Worthwhile.

  

   I speak of purity,

   Of innocence,

   And naivety,

   All in good measure.

   Not unlearned,

   But not exposed.

 

   What I have seen is people,

   With regret and tear-filled eyes,

    Telling their tale,

   And how much they wished,

   They'd saved their body,

   Their innocence, their love,

    For the one they'd hold for life:

    A husband or wife.

    

Reviews

[WerTherBeDragons]

I feel both struggle & sadness on reading this - you have conveyed clearly & meaningfully an often difficult subject/dilemma - great work.