In glances, desire and love take their form,
My error was believing love was born.
Yet, it was just a look of pure desire's flame,
To dominate and set my heart aflame.
To make me fall, weak-kneed in your embrace,In your bed lying, a fleeting chase.
To feed your ego, be just one in line,
A number dialed for a moment's shine.
But love and desire both find an end,
Nothing eternal, they transcend.