A friendship so fine

A friendship so fine: molded by hand to fit thou and I..
Words overflow with wisdom; we never must pry.
A joyous time! To be with thou is the gentlest touch,
The reminder of our God and His doings in such.
But whilst my eyes dance across thine radiant skin,
The Devil drags me near to when I must sin.
The beautiful curve of thine wrist, so slim and pale,
To thine enchanting eyes, sunkissed as they be, makes me ail.
If only I could hold thou again, so close to my yearning heart.
If just a touch, will I sully the masterpiece of God’s art?
Oh, God! -- Remembrance of our turbulent past
Floods internally throughout; an unforgiving blast.
Temptation lies sweet! The worthy touch of God,
If this be so, why must He make thou so ever flawed?
If yet again my beating heart shall be stolen
Into thine open palms, how will thou treat if swollen?
Silence! I cage my chest and turn away from thou,
But my heart still sings for thou, how much willst I allow?