Nothing is so ultimately boring as lust. Want and desire flare in an instant, but love comes to flower slowly, over years, outlasting ego and fantasy, rooted as much in heartbreak as in happiness, until finally, when flesh is failing and will is spent, we fall into glory unawares.
The young think they have an edge on excitement and enticement, but they are clueless about passion. The road to oneing is circuitous and long. If we can complete the journey in a single lifetime, we are among the blessed rare.