Lust is a spark; it fades too fast,
A fleeting fire that cannot last.
It craves the skin, touch, the flame,
Yet leaves the heart untouched, the same.
But love-love lingers, steady, true,
It builds a world for me and you.
It sees the soul beyond the eyes,
A gentle truth that never dies.
Lust withers when beauty bends,
But love endures the weight of years.
It does not cling to flesh alone,
It sanctifies the spirit,
And crowns the ordinary with eternity.
So let desire be but the ember,
And love, the everlasting fire.

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