On Lust and Love
Better to marry than burn with lust
So to be merry, I married Mary which I thought was a must
Be that as it may, turned out it was a bust
Loving without love is just crushed stardust
Eventually blown away by apathy’s weak gust
Once two fiery hearts, now doused with lust’s rust
Written April 26, 2017
Copyright © Poetprentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017
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