Confessions?

Confessions, confessions that are virgin, pious, immaculate
There's none other than you, you were, you are, you will be
Faith, trust- can they be written in indelible ink?
Promised in the mosques, churches, and temples?
Confessions that this is it
Confessions that the past is a sea of mistakes
Confessions that the past is nothing but time that's withered away-old, frail and lost
Truth or deception?- Mere words and emotions; do you need to know which is which?
Laughter or tears?- Double standards- Mysterious cloaks of happiness and sorrow
That what is stained- Can you wash away in the holiest of intentions?
Confession of love, confessions of trust, confessions of a desperate desire
A priceless gift of an irreplaceable heart for you, and what not
Haven't you given away the same gift a million times over, to a million souls?
Haven't you confessed a million times over?
That musical soiree of yours- hasn't it blessed or cursed the lives of so many more?
Mere confessions; treachery it is in disguise or is it otherwise?
Faith I have in you- though it's only the unseen.
Faith it is, only, in your confessions- of love, trust and a desperate desire.