Some call it love. Some call it lust.❤️‍🔥
Something like an engine fired by forward thrust.
Some call it hope, wrapped up in a dream.
But some cannot cope, or escape so it seems.

Some call it love. Some call it lust.❤️‍🔥
Some call it our daily bread,
We tear off from the crust.
Some call it tinder, the kindling to combust,
The smouldering braziers in our head,
As if we are concussed.

Some call it love. Some call it lust.❤️‍🔥
Some are appalled, other's quite unfussed.
Some call it fealty, when you have someone to trust.
Some call it faithfulness, while others are nonplussed.

Some call it love. Some call it lust.❤️‍🔥
Some a wild...