Shall I stain Love and Lust with the same brush?

It is truely noble and enduring.

The Cherry Blossom in April sunshine blush.

And Lust's dance is over in a fling.

 

Thus strong desires guides the moral compass awry.

The craving satisfied is oft short lived.

And the experience is soon denied.

And never again should such an affair ever be sized.

 

But the gift of love shall endure test of time.

Nor lose sight of the commitment made.

Nor shall the grim reaper visit its prime.

When you forever to timeless rythm parade.

 

So long as hearts pine or the stars still shine.

So long exists this, life it breathes is thine.