Lust or Love?

My youth chose the former.

The heart crumbled,
And the body awakened.

And there it was..

A single cup of coffee at the table,
Reflecting a heap of worn skin and wrinkles.

Nevertheless, sunsets were always beautiful.

I know your heart aches
When you see us, your lovers,
Wither away into the wind.

The White is your mourning shroud.
Your scars hurt from our footprints.
But it is your duty to shine.

So, shine my brilliance.
And take away the breath
Of the wild sea beneath.

Again.