Two poems

Love
Lust
Fear
Passion
Loneliness
Courage
Purity
Eternity
Perfection

What are we?

What would you call this?
This thing we’re wrapped up in.
Some would call it love.
Others lust.
A thing of beauty.
A fusion of two souls,
Into one body.
Together for an eternity,
Always.

The only two people like us.
I for you,
And you’re for me.
Molded in perfection for each other.
What are we?
Made from fear,
Fear of loneliness.
Or forged in courage,
To shield us from our own monster.
There’s no describing how you make me feel…