The lustful man may seek true love
and find none but dead flowers’ stems.
Oblivious and innocent
are men who find the sweetest rose.
Aesthetic greed lies in the eyes
of those who’ll find fake love will blind.
Whilst those with sight shall see the light
and be engulfed by passion’s flame.
There are some who wear a ring,
a matching girl upon their sleeve.
But ‘tis the man with naked truth
who wears none but life’s finest weave.
For lust itself is like a tide,
and draws in those who’re yet to find
the vessel known to sail upstream;
guided by love, powered by dreams.
