Ashes to ashes…dust to dust,
Any relation doomed by lust;
The winds of true love gust,
Beyond doubts and/or bust.
Love’s many trials are a must
To remove loads of ugly rust;
Love dwells in hearts in trust
Lest on shelves collecting dust.
Love needs souls with crust,
To face challenges with thrust
In its powers that are so just,
Savoring its magic no distrust.