When A Caged Bird is Set Free

If love was really lust and lust was really love 
what type of love would you like to have?
gosh, have I confused you?
often I sit and imagine
for a moment that love wasn't so dark and painful?
and lust, lust would be long lasting
surrounded by the safety of honest and open arms
acceptance and encouragement
candle light and cherished moments
and an obscene amount of sweet kisses
with butterflies in our gut 
that would be ever present 
each time we awake from slumberbash
from dusk until dawn
lust would fill our every need
and love would fade and die instead of lust
and like a caged bird 
I would fly into the sky 
to sing my song.