Disclaimer: This is my first really lovey-dovey ficcie. JCS, as was stated in the summary. I'll call it my first PG JCS fic. There's no swearing. It's a diary entry, written by either Judas Iscariot or Jesus, and it's about Mary Magdalene! Woo-hoo!

****************************** Virgin Eyes ******************************

My love for her is indescribable. Her beauty can confuse and shock my entire soul, like the time when I first saw this angelic beauty. Ah, the thought of her being angel, when everything about her clearly says demon. Ah, I don't object to the way her life turned out. I don't really object to her "profession," yes, I hear what is said, and, yes, it is, one hundred percent true, but, can one ever chose where the organ called the heart leads them?

Organ. How can an organ that keeps one alive also keep love alight? I was told that love can destroy you. I was also told that love can raise the dead. So, what is the heart? Organ, or spirit? Well, as I've been taught, God can be many things: friend, Father, caregiver... so, if He can be so many things, why can't the heart be at least two things?

My father always told me to avoid girls like her. My father told me that if I was close to one that I should love her with all my heart. My father sends mixed messages.

Everything about her is against what my father ever told me about girls. You can't avoid girls like her, and you can't love them with just your heart.

The way she wears her clothes, the way every curve is shaped, even the way she seems so innocent reveals her prostitution. But, her eyes are a complete display of childish wonder. Virgin eyes. Those dark eyes are gateways to the heavens, and, possibly, a soul that only few will ever see. She reveals something in me with her virgin eyes. But, does she love me the way I love her? I saw how she was with him, and, I love him like a close brother, but, I feel an envy that rarely comes, and I know I love her, and I know she loves us both, but the difference between us frightens me. I never told anyone my fear. It would upset too many, especially Mary and him.

Oh, my love, it hurts me like anything. There's an instinct that tells me that the love I have for them both will betray me. She may end up loving him as I wait alone for the sweet embrace of death, although not as sweet as when I hold her and she holds me and we greet each other with a blessed kiss. This death, t'would be worse if she would see me and make my death more agonizing to see her virgin eyes fill with tears.

If only I could tell it to her, her virgin eyes, how much I love her. If only I could say this and not scare her.

If only, virgin eyes...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fine ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Broadwaypoetess: That was COOL!!!

Judas: Uh-huh...

Broadwaypoetess: Well, at least it wasn't slashy...

Jesus: AND... It can reasonably be ME or Judas

Mary Magdalene: AND... I liked it!

Broadwaypoetess: Great! Everyone who matters likes it! Now, JCS fans – Read and Review!!

George: What about me?

Broadwaypoetess: Sorry, but you're not as important as Jesus...