Romance Was Born

When passion walked into the bar with
 his kind auburn eyes that fell upon lust,
he knew.
Of the long nights and strange beds
of even more peculiar men
that wore her weary of dreams
that came during midnight.
Maybe that is why she drugged herself
to be in a constant state of ecstasy.
Perhaps that is why she found refugee in her
mother's journal tucked away
under her bed.
Lust had always been deprived of love
or worse was mistaken for love.
But still she smiled
hoping that her mouth would hide
the truth in her eyes.
She looked up
and her hopeless eyes met with kindness.
A warmth entranced her body
and for the first time
her eyes fluttered with glee.
When passion and lust met ,
romance was born.