Was It True Love

Was it true love or was it simply lust? What defines the line between these two words? Is it forever or shattered to dust? Will time explain or is that just absurd? Was it a sign from above or a bust? When will we see clearly in this thick haze? Should the betrayed stay loyal or mistrust? Will the truth be found or lost within days? Was it a waste of time or destined must? How does a person ever really know? Who's pain should dwell or absolutely rust? Will it be forgotten or seen as low? Was it true love or was it simply lust? A heart always knows, and it you must trust.