Am I

Am I the keeper of my heart,
when purity tears it apart.
Am I to be slain,
to the pleasure of thy name.
I will not lift up my sanity,
just to fall to thy beauty.
But cast me into thy heart,
to bear all the burns and scars.
That a new moon and sunrise,
may witness and testify, of my spiritʻs bride.
For all Solomonʻs glories, in LOVE only, caged him to his follies.