In shadows where the heart confides, Lies love with reckless, craving tides. It wraps its fingers 'round the soul, A tempest that no lust could hold. With whispers fierce, it dares to mend, What reason, raw, cannot defend. It paints the sky with passion's hue, A fevered blaze, both wild and true. Love's chaos storms through quiet lands, Chains undone by tender hands. In every breath, it finds a way— A fire that lust can but obey.