I will marry a nun

I have kissed a thousand frogs
They turned me hot yet cold
- amphibious-
Gave them all that's gold
- moments glorious-
Paid me scars of guiltless remorse
Piled layers of scalds and burns
I will heal by a woman religious.
Look at the charred of trust
Was the castle not built from trash
She sang of the beauty of crenels
She's promise aim be jewels
Instead she fed me unto the air
I landed in arms rich of care
Of the lady who red scapular wears
Too tired of the hate chase
Too tired of an endless run
In arms that taste of chaste
My heart was cloistered by one
Whom the injured find rest
-peace and sacrifice-
-love is but her spice-
I will marry this nun.