She said

If I had a second chance in birth with choice, I'd choose rich parents just so I could promise her a brighter future/
I'd start over and fix all my flaws and imperfections I have, and in that process I'd use the most straight ruler/
Her eyes are innocence; you see I can't afford to dump her in the bin of my guilt and stink her with my wickedness/
My manipulation works most of the time; but this time it doesn't feel right. I can't lie but hope for the nature to show its kindness/

I'm writing this poem looking at a picture that I stole from whatsapp. If it's any consolation, I am a pervert...One that was forged by the hands of love/
Maybe my innocence got lost in the war of deep thoughts that cloud my brains with her image, wait...it's her ears apart/
Whitish ear rings. White stands for peace but also white is used for angel's garments so I can't say anything that incriminates my spirit/
I can't tell her how I feel because she has no reason to believe it. I don't even know if that could be righteousness before the judgement of her heart I'm confused in deed and in need/

She said; "it has to be someone of my calibre. The religion and upbringing"/
God knows the truth but even I don't know it for I'm only human. My mind keeps asking" Are you sure it's not just a fling? How many times have you been through this?"/
I think with a defenceless heart that cannot answer any questions, the speed is more than a race car/