A dissipation of our moral ideals
Glory to our written vow
etched in stone and wrought in gold
here is the proof of my love!
and you will be mine all the while
but this new apple of my eye
has descended the heavenly sky
to lightly reside on high where I wallow
Our smiles shine, graciously exchanged
A blossom grows to bare a bud
the fruit of my infidelity.

All I can do is sigh, a heavy sigh
As a moan of pleasure escapes between my tight set lips
to curl around the nakedness of my new goddess
Her body; a pale temple of paradise
warmed by a quickening pulse
soft as downy plucked from the nimblest fledgling
Mine own, Eden.
I shall dwell amidst your garden, forever.
In body, heart, and soul,
but never in name nor title.