So alluring is lust—but there is no loyalty, for that is only built on trust. It parades as love in the form of affection, tricking us into believing the one we want is the pinnacle of perfection. It keeps us ensnared in a web of desire, a profound passion within that burns like fire. We will follow it to the ends of the earth and often lose our way—but that which is purely selfish, is never enough to make us stay. Temporary as day and night, lust does not concern itself with wrong or right.