Lust And Love Poem by Michael Walker

Lust comes knocking down my door
While love just runs away.
Lust leaves me wanting more and more,
And lust seems here to stay.

Lust chases me down city streets
Into the nearest church.
Lust writhes beneath my sullied sheets;
Lust leaves me in the lurch.

Love runs from me at every turn,
And lust meets me instead.
If it should be lust must love burn,
Then I wish I were dead.

Lust and love are far from friends,
Though they may seem the same,
For lust mistakes the means for ends;
Lust takes love as a name.

But love is patient, love is kind,
Love is never rude.
Love to lust is not inclined,
And love does lust elude.

Love never fails, love always trusts,
Before love lust must cease,
For love subdues a thousand lusts;
Love sows the seeds of peace.

But lust will leave us in the end,
And love will never come,
Unless love is our only friend,
Once this race is run.