LOVE VS. LUST
by Teresita Perez
Quite in the arms of love
she wanted her head to sleep.
He held her with tentacles;
left, should he see her weep.
It must be love at the door.
Hope sparked in newness of life.
Camouflaged selfishness entered
and left in the mid of night.
One day in sadness debating.
Will he return? Should she plot?
She realized he was coming.
It, yet expected, had not.
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