Beneath the stars, where whispers dwell,
Two forces weave their tangled spell.
One is tender, soft, and kind,
A soothing balm for heart and mind.

The other burns, a fierce delight,
A flame that dances through the night.
Its heat consumes, its hunger craves,
A tempest wild, a storm that waves.

Love is the root, steadfast and deep,
A quiet strength in joy and grief.
It builds a home where souls entwine,
A sacred vow through endless time.

Lust is the spark, electric and raw,
A primal pull without a flaw.
It thrills, it teases, it demands,
A fleeting touch with fiery hands.

Together they blend, both dark and bright,
A yin and yang of shadowed light.
For love alone may soothe and save,
But lust ignites the paths we pave.

In balance lies the sweetest art,
A symphony of soul and heart.
For when these forces intertwine,
Life blooms, divine, and truly shines.

C.