Love and Lust

 

Lust crept in with tiger claws

 when I was in my youth.

Simple and uncomplicated, 

yet lacking shades of truth.

Love ignores lust’s clumsy growl

and saunters on soft paws

But youth bends rules and common sense

and fast embraces claws. 

Lust and love, such  different strains,

yet often are confused,  

And when they’re paired in youthful minds,

love will likely lose. 

For it’s a sweet and tender rose, 

still growing on and on

While lust has but a measured life

and  falters with the dawn. 

Lust owns pleasures

brightly glowing, 

While love creeps up

without your knowing, 

But if I dare

to tell the truth,  

I greatly miss

the claws of youth.

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