Little Secrets

flaming eyes

In glances, desire and love take their form,

My error was believing love was born.

Yet, it was just a look of pure desire's flame,

To dominate and set my heart aflame.

To make me fall, weak-kneed in your embrace,

In your bed lying, a fleeting chase.

To feed your ego, be just one in line,

A number dialed for a moment's shine.

But love and desire both find an end,

Nothing eternal, they transcend.