Passions Fed

Though I cannot even call you friend,
I have read your words time and again.
Sometimes they flow like a trickling brook,
Their meaning obvious with but a single look.
Quick and cool they pass me by,
They make my spirit want to fly.
Yet other times so dark and cold,
I wonder how you can be so bold.
Your passions are open for all to feel,
For many your words are so very real.
So please keep writing that I may read,
And my passions I can thereby feed.