The Eyes Of Passion

I walked blindly
and stumbled
in the dark
yet I feel you.

My fingers
touch
your face
and I feel a friend.

I open
my eyes
and see fire
of your anger.

I close
my eyes
and feel passion
of desire.

I look
into your eyes
seeing and feeling
love with desire.

I see your passion
with eyes
looking
through your eyes.

What is anger
without fire
and what is love
without passion?

Passion
is the anger of love
not wanting excuses
and empty words.

Would you
give me guilt
for desire
or passion of love?

Love
is the answer.
What
is the question.

Do you need
eyes
to see
passionate love?

I see with
my eyes
passionate
love.