Love and Lust

Lust is a boundless imagination.

Love is a persistent responsibility.

Love is an upward divine.

Lust is a downward decline.

Lust is a physical fire.

Love is a soul mate.

Love is a real life management.

Lust is an imaginative exploration.

Lust is crazy symphony.

Love is an absorbing book.

Love is hard.

Lust is easy.

But when the relationship contains only love without lust…is it still a healthy one?

And when the relationship produces only lust without love…is it not a real one?

What I am deficient in?

Is it a completed freedom from responsibility?

    a hungry confidence from being loved?

    a fairytale imagination from the unreality?

I don’t know.