Between Love And Lust Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

Love and lust are poles apart,
One a tempest, one a chart.
Lust is chaos, wild and free,
A dance of shadows, a fleeting spree.

In the heat of passion's blaze,
Desire twists in a frenzied haze.
With whispers soft, the game begins,
But in this play, who truly wins?

Lust is a mask that shimmers bright,
A siren's call in the dead of night.
It pulls you close, then leaves you bare,
A fleeting touch, a vacant stare.

But love, oh love, a canvas wide,
Crafted gently, with patience tried.
It blooms in silence, a tender art,
Yet often hides a fractured heart.

For in the guise of love we weave,
Lie after lie, we dare to believe.
Manipulation cloaked in sweet refrain,
Promises made, then lost in pain.

The heart is a puppet, strings pulled tight,
In the theater of longing, we lose our light.
What starts as fire can turn to ash,
In a whirlwind of lust, we're left to clash.

So tread with care on this fragile ground,
For in lust's embrace, true love may drown.
With every touch that ignites the spark,
Remember: love is art, and lust is dark.

In the end, we must discern,
The lessons of passion, the fires that burn.
For love is a journey, a path to explore,
While lust is a tempest, a fleeting encore.