What is love, and what is lust?
Green as springtime, dry as dust.
Hope that blossoms in the mist,
Ruby lips yearning to be kissed.
The labyrinth of the human heart
No mortal man can navigate
Yet in the balance lies his life,
His Love, his soul's eternal fate.
Wisdom comes with age, they say
And freedom from the stress
Of Lust's eternal siren call
Which did the heart oppress.
The future lies in shadow,
God's light does not yet shine
I'll keep the faith and carry on
And guard this heart of mine.
[12/11/02 7:30 a.m.]
Copyright © 2002 Gordon C. Zaft