Lust is such a fickle thing
It makes you think
That you're in love
When in truth, you're not
All these emotions
Hinder the truth
And blind you to reality
That Love is a choice
You like someone
For their gifts
You love someone
For their Faults
You choose to see
The good, bad and ugly
and Love them anyways
No matter the price
If they stand for something
You respect it
Even if it goes against
What you think is true
You never force
You never push
And no is respected
Above personal Desires