Passion,
 It lies in all of us
Sleeping...
waiting...
And although unwanted...
unbidden...
 it will ster...
open it jarels and horel
It speaks to us...
guide us...
Passion rules us all and we obey
What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love...
The clarity of hatred...
and the ectasy of grief...
It sometimes hurts more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms chattered and dark...
Without passion...
we'd be truly dead!