Love does not stare at me
love that fills the lungs and steals the breath
of those who find their perfect match
and share a bond that never ends.

A magnificent surge of energy
that lasts for days and months and years
a source of joy and happiness
until it ruptures,
thrown onto the ***** pile.

They fall for lust instead of love
they don't discern its subtle tricks
their hearts beat out of sync and slow
they feel a pang, they think it's love.

It starts out fine, but soon they see
the truth behind the false pretense
no Lilies, no Valentine - just desire, a ****** one.
They build a physical bond; un-washable glue.

They crave their touch, they need their kiss
they look for someone else to fill
the void inside their lonely hearts
but never feel the lust they miss