Daily men walk through the streets of beautiful women,

As a man we need more than hope we need prayers,

Looking at Miss Faith instantly there is believe,

every glance made, the image of her comes to my head

her voice " Is this working late, smashing plates,

a broken heart can't love, forgive never forget.

Now look at me its three in the morning

I must go home tired I'm yawning..

I can't afford to tell her but I must confess

the lipstick stains

or should I tip-toe & throw away the evidence.

Just kisses..

deep breathe..

Confession is good for the soul

a remedy of Victoria, the colonel herbs & spices,

Keep this secret.

Once is only a mistake..