The Touch of Lust

Even the most righteous souls,
both young and old,
succumb and fold
to an evil untold

Whose breath skews
the most noble of views
Whose glare ensues,
absent excuse

This terror unmatched,
emotions detached,
is unleashed to attack
those souls unlatched

Whose touch ensnares
just one from a pair
Whose words impair,
absent remorse or despair

It corrupts all trust
with motives unjust
But it acts as it must,
this fiend. This, Lust

For it acts to ensure
the virtue most pure
For if Love can endure,
then Lust shall not lure

Alas, if Love is gripped,
expect a heart to be ripped,
and if both hearts quit,
expect that Love in a crypt