Pretend I am writing in Arabia

I was afraid to write from the heart. 
I felt elated.  Now the day is not over,
the night is not over.  What am I in love with?
Who am I in love with?  I feel loved.
I could praise God, I feel so happy,
but out of respect for my friend, I refrain.
Yet I praise God.  There are rules.

Oh, we could praise God together.
I would tell you where to worship.
He will tell us where we could go.
He came to get the baby, and then,
still he is a man then.  Still my heart
does not belong to a man or a son,
still my heart belongs to my sweet
friends, that I want to become hard.

It doesn’t sound right. 
Pretend I am writing in Arabia. 
Then you will understand, surely then.

Reviews

[Lizardo]

Wonderful poem, I really like it
Good work

[Andy Ruffett]

The hearts are clever but I don't know why the w in "Now" is still in blue in the first stanza and the e in "where" is also blue in the second stanza. What were you trying to do with the green? it would also be cool if you coloured red and green full words rather than just having some parts of words. It's a real challenge but that's what makes poetry great. When you experiment, make it work as well as possible.

The Arabia part is not quite clear but maybe I'm ignorant to something that's quite obvious.

With writes,

-Andy Ruffett