Lust And Love Poem by Timothy Faboade

Out of the Five all ideas spring,
Either immediate or remote,
The Five to the mind are a King,
Though they are for long demot'd.

Can world be without earth crust?
Can the sun be without the sky
Or man without the said dust?
Unto the mind the Five stand by.

Yet Love higher is heavenly praised,
For it bears good fruits in the mind,
Nailing from where it is raised,
And its flaws we never care to find.

Through the Five, Lust gets its way
To the ever-yearning, frail vessel
And towards the mind it sways
And there a new being nestles.

The soul of Love solely lies
In Lust, who is deeply despised
Without attending to the ties.
This, out of errors, we since devised.

If an averted evil the pure Lust be,
What then of its praised end, Love
Which from its origin can be rough?
Or can water part with the sea?