Lust and Love

- Gustav Klimt

Lust is honey, cloying, sweet
Kept at its height when incomplete
Similar to lust is love
But one's a goat and one's a dove

Lust cries out - hot blood replies
Quench it and away it flies
Love’s lips whisper words like this
And tickle past lust’s dark abyss

A tender bloom to be enjoyed
Fragrant, fat, and soon destroyed
Love’s at its richest, best reward
When met just once . . . and once adored.