night-time-confession

In the dark of the night,while others asleep, a confession is on the verge of my lips... The truth I live with, but burried Deep, and swept under the carpet.... Some tangeling, tingeling, nudging sensation, are Calling for my attention. And burning, and melting and comming alive, is Another long lost temptation! Oh Heaven help me! What´s going on? All that I´ve trid to build upon, like sand at once... slipping beneath my fingers and into the sea of past times. Was this meant to be? Did it say in the book somewere that it would end? And what about the rest? How am I supposed to know what is best?! If God did not Love us, he would´nt care if we fell in love or not, if we grow or die, if we try or hide. But God Loves. And I love. I Love to much at the same time. Cast the first stone, you who´s without sin! Let it hit me hard because I want to know if what I do is a sin. To Love. To lust. To want and have passion, for one but not the other.