If your heart is in quest for love and not to quell desire,

Then it is you who must know the difference

Between love and the desire it seeks.

Fall not foolheartedly into the throws of either one

Being in love and desire will deceive you.

For that which often appears to you as one,

Is more apt to be the imposter of the other.

Whose purpose may only be for your deception.

Let not the desire of your heart be your obsession,

As your obsession will often conquer your heart

Occupy your dominion; detain your hopes and dreams.　

Give to love your all,  but not to your desires

As your desire may visit you, again and again.

For laughter and pleasure, leave sadness and pain

Yet remember so shall love is for raising you up

It can also be for tearing you down　

The ways of your desires is commanding

It will often impede your quest for love

And is always lurking just behind you

Just as the thief would in the night when least expected

It will quietly rob you of your greatest possession

Your heart, soul and self-respect.　

Let not your love co-mingle with desire

As it will become hard to tell which is which

Until you’re sure it’s love not desire,

You must conceal and keep it as a hidden secret

That your love and desires are on an even keel　

It is you who must accept love or desire

In it’s purest or crudest state

Regardless where it is found.

Or where it may find you,

From the most unusual places

To those where you expect it the least.　

Both transcend your saneness

Each knows where there are barriers or boundaries.

where your vulnerability can be found

And if it is you that either is after

It is your lack of their understanding

Which could sweep you away into the throws of one.　

If love summons your heart

You must go quietly and unassuming

That it is love and not desire that beckoning

When you journey is behind you,

You will know the difference between the two

And which of the them you desired.

If you have been rewarded by each

With it’s presence and self-contentment

Seek not ways to return either in kind

For desire within it self is it’s bounty

Only love is it’s own reward