"Love?"

What's Love? All I see is lust

For all that speak of such, I have no trust

Among the collective, knowing, accepting, and loving yourself should be a must

It's unwise to live for the flesh, as it will fade to dust

For the unwise will corrode like rust

Fleeting is a pair, who are inhibited by excessive lust

I think true love comes from above

And that it's not kisses and hugs, but rightfully just