A Past of Shadows

Her beauty unmatched, her heart left unsnached, by a suitor. 

Her hand left unheld, I will take it, and into a cingular love we will meld. 
But her histoy of lust, like sparkling metal with underside rust!

 Ive been hurt before, that lying whore..

Its possible this time she is real, its my good conscience against what i feel, one more heart injury, and i will be unable to heal.