Passion


Thought by you all day; indeed, I think of you.
A walk of reminisce on the pier may hinder
Beneath the breath of solace, the tender calls,
not in paradise, but goes nowhere endlessly.
How can, on a mile walk towards revolution
be split into two, while we stay trapped in confusion,
queuing for hope? It seems the feeling will never shift
from our hearts and minds; a longing call against the wind
to just receive that tender prolonged passionate kiss.
Love has indulged, like a suddenly lit flame
from the deepest of desperation. Your lips,
innocent, tender, like an angel’s, this chain of words.
The rain still falls over us, drenching our clothes.
Desire and passion breathes in our heart pounding woes.

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