Theories come and then depart
Some punch holes inside the heart
Passions true for those with hope
Lust calls others...they try to cope
Some raw passions give in easy
Lust takes hold and souls get busy
Waking in the morning light
Lust creeps homeward leaving fright
Passions burn inside the heart
Knowing well the beat it starts
Love is called and rushes in
Pleasures, passions, grin-to-grin
Calling names and merging spirits
Lust forgets within few minutes
Names...who are you...lust calls out
Passion dreams the love and shouts
I love you with everything
I walk in winter and think of spring
I smell the buds before they open
I whisper breaths to words unspoken
I recall every tiny sip
The ones that come from sipping lips
I know the facts are welcome here
Love is passion...without fear
Passion recalls...yes remembers
All the moments warm and tender
Lust is gone within minutes
No name spoken...no hearts beating
No emotion with hollowed hearts
Giving into lustful sparks
Disappearing the next day
Remember...nope...just lust that pays
Passion recalls every bit
Lust is hopeless and forgets.
Love is passion without fear has a ring loved that line and the poem two thumbs up!!!
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 13, 2003
so true to have passion is to have true love while to have lust is just to have a fling of a thing great job of pointing that out you did it so excellently and the flow of the poem showed that so well great job on this one
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