Each shall have a room, as they are distinct As love is blind, lust has eyes wide open for its games As love is day, lust is the night at the bar As love speaks the truth, lust can just lay silent looking for the tasty froth Love need not be beautiful but lust makes it a requisite Love may abstain, but lust cannot By its nature it thrives in banquets

Love is pure but lust goes to mud in all wild wrestling for what it desires I can love you without lust But you may not like it after all I love and lust you

And in you Love and lust shall Hold hands, kiss tight, hiss all the night Love and lust The two becoming one To both of us

So this union may last This communion of souls.