RANDOM
Three little words, yet meanings so deep, Three precious truths that we fail to keep. Love to be shared, lust felt with grace, Life to be lived at our own pace. Love should be honest, tender, and true, A feeling that grows in all that we do. Lust, when embraced with pleasure and care, Is a desire that two willing hearts may share. And life is a gift, a beautiful art, Meant to be lived with a passionate heart. But look at the world, at the lives we lead, Where love is a game and lust is a need. Love has become just a moment's play, And life itself feels like a price to pay. Lust turns to hunger, an endless desire, Burning the soul in a self-made fire. We search for love in the wrongest of places, In fleeting attraction and beautiful faces. We mistake being wanted for being known, Yet wonder why we still feel alone. For beauty may capture the eyes for a while, ...