A Fate who twists keys to her will,
Plots along side destiny, her sister.
Innocence within a girl types a name,
Knowing his unknown, Asher.
They converse and they laugh, becoming close,
as close as two can be,
she inquires "dost thou like me?"
the answer is "Truthfully"
His immortal soul, in jepoardy lay,
Towards a furnace, or, eternal hell.
Fate again conspires so well,
and the girl's man's plight is now but slight.
She looks upon her name in lights,
The verse that saves, will set him free.
"The Unbeleiver is sanctified by his wife"
His stay in hell, now but a year.
very nice jenn.very nice.by the way, its the kid who you first got started writing poetry at the beginning of the school year.peace.salaam.