The Virgin's Tale

“I’m going to have a kid, Jo,

and it’s written on your face;

at worst, I’ve been unfaithful,

or, at best, a little late?

 

But there’s no one else – I swear,

Jo – and it isn’t some mistake.

Look...I know it all sounds crazy,

so, this ring is yours to take.

 

You think that I’ve been sullied,

and betrayed your precious trust

but I haven’t; nothing’s changed, Jo.

You’re the only man I’ve loved.”

 

“A fool, I’d be to trust those lips

that lied with every kiss!

What madness has possessed you

makes you spout such stuff as this?

 

Did the devil make you pregnant?

You sold your soul, maybe?

If you’re a virgin – pigs could fly!

Don’t play cruel games with me.”

 

“As God’s my witness, dearest Jo

I’ve been true to you, alone;

this child that grows inside of me

is His blessing on us both.

 

A messenger – an angel, said

I’d been chosen as the one

to teach this boy of earthly life,

and to raise him as our son.

 

So label me a whore, Jo...

feed the gossip, fuel the lies!

Cast me out – or marry me?

Let me know what you decide.

 

Only ask yourself one question

if you were in my shoes,

just how would you be feeling now;

scared, perhaps – and used?

 

I suppose I should be honoured...

not bewildered – all at sea,

to bear a child who’s born to die

on a cross at Calvary.

 

For pity’s sake, I beg you,

though he’s not your flesh and blood –

slate me, hate me, punish me...

only love him as our own.”