Lust In The Mask Of Passion

Hearken, I sayth, o' voice in the deep.
How does one know love from lust?
Thine soul labors in sorrow and continues to weep…

Bid you should ask that, 'twas once said,
     "To Thine Own Self Be True."
Is it love or lust? such a courageous question of you!
Whist thou not know the seeds of the corrupt
     and taste of sweet fruit?
The plump and the luscious can sometimes make you blue!
The question you ask is betwixt human want and divine gift.
Doth thou not know the feeling of true bliss?

Human passion can bind one; wrap thine heart!
But beware! 'Tis sometimes is as the sounds
     of unsettled dogs in the dark.
The lust you ask of can't be put to sleep,
For it does not satisfy your soul to keep.

Then how doth I discern my dreams so true
      and express thy love ever so new?
Hearken I sayth; lend an ear to your spirit,
For human lust can never get near it!

You see, 'twas the forbidden in the Garden of Eden;
Where God cursed man, twas said in the beginning!
For entice She, the serpent, with the fruit of lesson
And caused man not to know of lust in the mask of passion.
For 'twas upon that time we enjoyed divine conception,
But then we began to ask this Age Old Question.