Like dew,
It only wet our appetite.
Like wild wind,
It rushes to and fro,
Giving every man a sense of experience.

It starts cool, like morning,
Full of hope at midday,
Fun to experience at afternoon,
But always dozy at evening,
Till it becomes history at night.

Love or lust?
Eagles only see the line in-between.
The later, I believe,
Makes us wonder if the former exist,
Little wonder we don't care.

To love is to fight,
But To lust, is fun,
To fight is to stand for what you believe,
While, fun is to enjoy while it last,
Caterus paribus.