Do you always treat love as a harlot
To sell as a trinket of say
To be shown on the red moon
Treed by any dog that would bay

That's not exactly what I would call thin love
But a commodity sold for the product of the day
Sacrificed in the place of the gray dove
Slaughtered so the receiver can pray

To the god of this almighty goodness
Of lust dripped for lack of the way
To understand that love must exceed trust
And not be slaughtered for the gift of your say

Tear apart what I have just now offered
For there is truth in all that I say
Love is never used to just fill your coffers
The god of lust fills your thoughts of the way