I write of man and his passion which is strong and unrelenting.
I write about ardent feelings unwielding which he finds the need for venting.
I write of blazing, burning fervant flames that burn into his heart; there growing.
These passions run the gammit from love to hot-headed angry words he doth empart.
I write about passion for it is a primal thing to man.
A superlative need to live and be all he thinks he can.
Passion is a perfervid, red-hot and scorching frame of mind.
It can help you build worlds or it cause you to simply go blind.
I write of passion for it is whatever you need the most of all.
It can raise you up above the crowd or it can cause you to stumble and fall.
An impassioned man can create great wonders but he can also fall to dissaster.
Be not afraid of this fierly desire but please make sure you are its master.
Passion has a way with man and can sometimes lead him astray.
So be impassioned by the grace of God and live for him each day.
Blessings,
Joyce B.