Schism

His heart is greatly and deeply stirred,
There's no doubt it's started.
Old english made it a four letter word,
Thus, as such, it's now writtened.

For this someone, he has chose to forgo
The next better lady.
This breathlessness, he cannot forget.
Let it rage, this malady.

A man of God and of desire
He stands here worn and torn.
Godly advice he has to give is sure
But schism, within, is born.

A tough option to take is withdrawal.
But like thread through a needle,
Everything he sews is in its colour.
Her absence he's not be able to handle.

Do right for all things, all the time.