Marsh
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Love is the moon that softens the night,
Lust is the flame that dances in sight.
Love writes promises deep in the soul,
Lust sparks a hunger beyond all control.
Love learns the scars that silence can hide,
Lust chases the rush of standing beside.
Love holds a hand when the bright days are gone,
Lust burns like dusk and fades with the dawn.
Yet when they meet, what a beautiful art,
A fire in the body, a home in the heart.
One fuels the passion, one teaches trust,
Together they bloom—true love and lust.
I crave your smile, not only your kiss,
Your laughter, your chaos, the things that I miss.
For beauty may capture the wandering eye,
But love makes the spirit refuse to say goodbye.
So if I desire you, let it be known,
Not for your body alone to be shown.
I want your dreams, your fears, and your trust,
A forever built gently from love and lust.
Lust is the flame that dances in sight.
Love writes promises deep in the soul,
Lust sparks a hunger beyond all control.
Love learns the scars that silence can hide,
Lust chases the rush of standing beside.
Love holds a hand when the bright days are gone,
Lust burns like dusk and fades with the dawn.
Yet when they meet, what a beautiful art,
A fire in the body, a home in the heart.
One fuels the passion, one teaches trust,
Together they bloom—true love and lust.
I crave your smile, not only your kiss,
Your laughter, your chaos, the things that I miss.
For beauty may capture the wandering eye,
But love makes the spirit refuse to say goodbye.
So if I desire you, let it be known,
Not for your body alone to be shown.
I want your dreams, your fears, and your trust,
A forever built gently from love and lust.
