with upmost sincerity

~purity is evasive and impossible~
it is like a ghost that tantalizes me with a glimpse and then dissipates
it kisses me briefly on summer days and then abandons me when i need it most
perhaps the secrets that purity holds are fatal, or perhaps i am undeserving
it could be that purity is only a notion, childishly i believe and make true
time, my only currency, will certainly tell