I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising their lust for the most seductive eyes, Seducing thier love out of rage, Devoting to others out of rejection Which you call 'moving on' to like someone else to think of someone better An imperfectionist, like they were Until the moment they realize that they still love the perfectionist contrasting in each field making every part of their soul imperfect Or look imperfect? And sweating to the 'new Love', Stinking odours of the old one, tired of their devotion to lust And finally they quit! (Continued in caption) Love out of lust! I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising their lust for the most seductive eyes,
