Lust burns bright, a fleeting flame,
It whispers softly, without a name.
A craving born from fleeting sight,
But fades as swiftly as the night.
Love is gentle, patient, kind,
A steady force, a growing mind.
It seeks to know, to heal, to stay,
While lust just longs to steal away.
Lust takes, devours, leaves you dry,
It lives for now, then bids goodbye.
But love endures, with roots so deep,
Through storms and trials, it does keep.
So know the difference in the heart—
Lust will tear you far apart.
But love, oh love, will always be
A bond that sets your spirit free.
By: Lavy
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