An Illusion of Love

Just like drugs to an addict, one’s lust grows

Stronger. Lust’s not Love, though you may think it so.

Lust dries out rumbling rivers ‘fore it flows,

Yet Love blooms bring flowers in win’try snow.

In shambles the house ‘pon which my trust stood;

No longer shall I look ‘pon thee the same.

‘Tis bitter now Lust’s sweet ‘fection’s false hood:

How heavy hearts pump pain to your sick game.

And when one in love falls for one in lust,

Self-degradation engulfs one’s being.

Rumbling rivers turned salty tears unjust;

An illusion of love swiftly fleeing.

Though the victim of an essential crime,

Love found only in a matter of time.