I left the woman I love today. So I wrote this.

My reformed rosaries are Yours;

My intecessional pleas are hers.

‘Cause everything I’d pray for her

Were all the prayers she wished You heard.

I’m selfish, though. While I recover,

I don’t just pray because I loved her.

Because the things I’d pray she'd do

Are, were she mine, that I'd want, too.

Pray to a woman and she’ll be

My Magdalene catastrophe.

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