Passion! You are a true piece of art!
The inviting looks hidden behind your
eyes.
You temp the emotions of the strongest
heart,
And yet, you have a way to stop an
infant’s cries,
How does a mortal man know one that’s so
wise?
Who but you would leave such words to
only cling?
Like a rainbow that fades in the ominous
skies,
As darkness falls like a feather from a
broken wing;
Who has not seen the shadows that linger
from afar?
As if to take the last tree and chop it
into firewood.
The night was filled with such glory
then not a star
Would you not take ones love if you only
could?
Passion! You are not a true piece of
art!
For it’s my soul you’ve taken and broke
my heart!
Epaphroditus© May 2, 2004
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