When it Comes to Love

I am a virgin, when it comes to love,

A knight in armor

Dulled by time,

Still waiting for his princess.

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A knight in armor

With virgin lips,

Untouched by curses

But also yet unkissed.

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Untouched by curses

But hardened in cold discourse.

My lips are iron,

Unsoftened by sweet nothings.

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Unsoftened by sweet nothings

Are my steel cold lips.

Not melted by true smiles

Nor cracked by angry frowns.

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For I am iron, a virgin, when it comes to love.

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I am a virgin, when it comes to love,

Of iron made,

Afraid to be vulnerable,

And thus caged in armor.

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Of iron made,

Untouchable, yet –

Unable to touch,

To feel true love and sorrow.

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Unable to touch,

Numb in my armor,

Waiting to be rescued,

Not to be the rescuer.

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Not to be the rescuer,

For my armor weighs

On my resolve,

And so I wait to be freed.

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For I am afraid, a virgin, when it comes to love.

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I am a virgin, when it comes to love,

Afraid to move forward,

Hoping my armor yet shines

Enough to be noticed.

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Afraid to move forward,

Not sure if I can,

Praying for someone

To rescue me.

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Praying for someone,

My princess, to come

To melt the iron,

Help shed my armor.

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Help shed my armor,

Princess, help free my heart

If only to break it –

I want to feel even if it hurts.

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For I am numb, a virgin when it comes love.

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It must be better to love

And feel heartbreak,

Than to experience

None of it at all.