Love Undefined

I want to be right and live my life Christ like…
No more excuses I gotta get right…
How do you describe the depth of the sky? or the height of the ocean?
How do you describe the height of sorrow? or the depth of benevolent emotion…
Can you imagine life with no conscience or no signs of truth.
In the end I have nothing; neither nail nor tooth.
My bondage in sin holds me back…
maybe, maybe not, fiction, or fact
Selective amnesia to the world and my friends,
Stick to the rules they don’t break and they don’t bend

If something has no limit, does that mean there is an endless supply?
If her presence is addictive, is her companionship an endless high?
Or is she a figment of my imagination…
Maybe the product of an insatiable infatuation?
She can do bad all by herself,
So am I detrimental to her health?
What can I offer outside of sexual bliss
If I give it my all, why do I still feel like I’m facing the wind and taking a piss?