There is abiding passion and
There is just passing lust
They’re hard to tell apart because
Each one can readjust
Our values and priorities
In moments such as this
Where all we knew or thought we knew
Is ended with a kiss
But for passion to last
The souls that have it must be whole
And capable of giving up
Desires to control
Abiding passion, passing lust
The same consuming thirst
We end up with the latter since
We cannot
Spot
The first
