An infatuated memory from a time of love
Spurned by our theories that bring damage (Lust)
Lust: claim a love so strong and true
Yet act so weak, impulsive and wild
Violence.
Wishing simplicity upon inevitable complexity
Understanding desires never match up to reality
Encouraging behaviour completely untoward
And judging so strong a victim so scorned
In order to move forward we must trust ourselves
Learn from our pasts, for a future restored
Perhaps a true love may only exist for us
And lust is all that can befall those who cry
For I must know myself in order to strive
And know it's not the end, breathe deep
Love is singular
Find it deeply enough
And not a thing will matter
Live in the moment, and forget reality
My love, it's just you, and I