Theories come and then depart
Some punch holes inside the heart
Passions true for those with hope
Lust calls others...then 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 forms 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 plays
Passion recalls every bit
Lust is hopeless and forgets.
A wonderful work. And very true as well. Ther is no love in one who lusts nor lust in one who loves. Observe our fellows in the world, do they not tire of lust, greed or gluttony. Seems they don't amazingly.
Loved it when Tom Waits said,"All that you love is all you own"
yours...simon
A very passionate poem that wraps passion in a fabric of silk words enticing the reader with the sensual images you portray. You are also so write to differentiate between passion and lust
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2006
AAAAAawwwwwww...This is astonishingly beautiful Susan..It is what life is worth LIVING for...
Passion dreams the love and shouts
I love you with everything
An old man once said to me that compared to God's love, man's love was lust. A bit brutal, I thought, because I love not lust my wife, I thought. But I soon got the gist of what he was saying. Your poem here brought the old man and what he said to mind.
I love your line about passion shouting I love you with everything. That's the difference between lust and passion. The former has its own way and sleeks off like a guilty dog, while passion is emotional content that leaves its uplifting mark on the recipient.
Nah, your poem is not a theory of passion but a colourful depiction of it.
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Loved it when Tom Waits said,"All that you love is all you own"
yours...simon
Love,
CJ
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
I agree
Lust has no future
Love is where it is at..
Love and Blessings
Peter
How true, and quite a poem, Susan.
Well penned and presented
Love & Peace
William
Paul;-)
Love,
Dove
I love you with everything
An old man once said to me that compared to God's love, man's love was lust. A bit brutal, I thought, because I love not lust my wife, I thought. But I soon got the gist of what he was saying. Your poem here brought the old man and what he said to mind.
I love your line about passion shouting I love you with everything. That's the difference between lust and passion. The former has its own way and sleeks off like a guilty dog, while passion is emotional content that leaves its uplifting mark on the recipient.
Nah, your poem is not a theory of passion but a colourful depiction of it.