Passion
It lies in all of us..sleeping..waiting.
And though unwanted..unbidden..it will, stir, open
its jaws...and howl
It speaks to us...guides us
passion rules us all
and we obey.
What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments
...the joy of love...the clarity of hatred..
and the ecstasy of grief
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without Passion maybe we'd
know some kind of piece..but we
would be hollow...empty rooms,shuddered and dank.
Without passion we would all truly be dead
