Purity

by A. Sylazhov

Upon your purity I ponder,
As my quiet thoughts I squander;
For I dare not blindly wander,
Down your darkened pathway yonder.

For you are pure in theory only,
With half-truths from a silver tongue.
You stand upon a pedestal lonely,
While shadows to your garb have clung.

My judgment cannot be trusted,
For I love you and always will.
Yet I see your halo rusted,
As the Devil claims you still.

For I love your double standard,
And your woven lamb disguise;
Yes, I crave all the corruption,
Hidden deep behind your eyes.