Passion

Inspired by just everything

I can look into the windows of the soul 

and see passion 

Passion makes me hot and cold 

Deep inside it cries its love song 

Begging to be heard 

Begging to be taken along

I see passion in the wild strokes of the colored brush 

The red face of the lover in all their glory 

Passion is in the angelic face of the baby crying for its mother 

Passion consumes the pilot above fear 

It drips from the faces of men of God weeping tears

Passion holds the loved one leaving after many years

It drags the one back who swore "Never again."

It thrives on the tongue of the sinner in their sin.

Passion calls to the obliging offering, "When?"

It drives the reluctant to seek a whim.