Is it love or lust,
This that has caused misery,
Is it love or just to ******,
This that has brought bitterness,
The forbidden fruit,
Has been eaten en it's results,
Nobody can deny the truth,
to have not set eyes on them.

Is it love or lust,
This that has made youths desperate,
Claiming how sweet there fruit is,
Not knowing it has become a poison,
Killing the body and soul,
Is it love or just to ******.

Is it really love or just to ******,
For trust has become a vocabulary
And rust is all we claim to have,
So blunt we've become  thinking about nothing else,
But the many betrayals,
From the betrothed fellows.