The pleasures of the flesh
Are fleeting
Lasting for a moment
And receding
The pleasures of the flesh
Can be decieving
Falsifying love
And then retreating
It fills you up
But it's depleting--
The pleasures of the heart
They are a gift
They never fade
They're never swift
The heart brings truth
Disguises lift
Love is patient
Love is kind
Bringing peace
Of soul and mind
Greatest pleasure
One could find
Is of the heart
The purest kind....
-Bing