When wishes and dreams summon it back,
you hope lost love can still find its way.
And should it freely return to you,
it will purge itself of doubt; and stay.
Cupid's enchanted arrow may yet
unite two lonely hearts into one.
And steer trust toward a shared future,
intertwining fates as they get spun.
Hope fuels hot smoldering embers
till they erupt; in a searing kiss.
But lust is the bastard child of love,
equating sex with heavenly bliss.
Passion's exquisite flame forges
the molten metal of fledgling hearts.
And melds souls for eternity,
creating one; from two broken parts.