Love is a tree and when you plant the seed
Our wildest dreams come true.
Yet lust is the vicious wind,
Threatning to underpin
Every root this tree has grown.
Love is the Spring’s blossom that blooms so beautifully,
For everyone to see.
Whilst lust is the Autumn’s harvest;
You reap the goods for as long as you can,
Until they spoil beyond repair.
Love is the blue sky and warm sun on your back.
Lust is the great storm
Raw, and unstoppable.
Love blinds you from everything,
Lust blinds you only from love.