Your little perk

They ask me who i date, they ask me who i love, they ask me who I'm going to marry, is he an angel sent from above?

F**k no its not a he, the one i love is only a she, she who loves deeper than any male, she who keeps me, me.

Beauty is her name, and love is her place, her body is perfect palace, a sacred space.

Now that I've told you the truth, oh what now shall you do, spit at me, smite me down, or will you kill me because i loved her to?

So give me your bullshit, tell me how I'm wrong, pray to god for me, and some way make me into a song. Don't forget to try and change me and what if it doesn't work, what will happen then, when the world isn't just your little perk.