The Death Of Passions
We envision passion as a form of energy;
bringing two together as one;
in heaven; those two, were meant to be;
from the day, time had begun.
Passions are feelings for all that we love;
not just people; but all other things;
feelings of bonding; created from above;
eternal connections; only love brings.
Sometimes alone, passions are diminished;
it seems all we can do, is to cry;
but passions must never become finished;
when they do; the soul will die.
Passion is the adhesive; love is the glue;
connecting us all together;
loneliness makes for a toxic brew;
passions must live forever.
I’m lost; drowning in a sea of insignificance;
as tho, no one knows I am here;
my passions dwindle into indiference;
lacking a love to draw near.
In spite of my age, passions still continue;
I am not at all what I seem;
loving me; is not on anyone’s menu;
my passions can only dream.
To live is to be overflowing with passion;
passion is love’s primary role;
love is the energy, we cannot ration;
if passions die; so does the soul.
Monty 5/29/24. # 2,132