Hmm... this is not what I meant to write. I have a feeling like God is chasing me.

Will I be wooed away
will I stray
running after the beauty I see
in the gifts You've given to me

How long can I hide my face
from the pure undiluted taste
closing my ears to the sweetest sound
I like my pleasure watered down

I fear my heart would crack in two
should He succeed in His pursuit
its contents spilling everywhere
my eyes transfixed in a helpless stare

It needs a final verse. But I can't write it, because I don't know the ending yet...