They say passion, is a thing to be feared.
That it can lead to hate
Followed by tears.
But that, my dear I don't believe
For how can such hate
Our love conceive
Passion should be ridden
As if it were a cloud
Screaming your lovers name
Gently, aloud.
Step into the storm
And Dance among the flame
Hold on now baby, life will never be the same.
And as we dance, among the winds
Taking our time, embracing
Passionate sins.
We'll look to the shores of what our lives used to be
And think, maybe, just maybe.
This is what god wanted us to be.
Two souls, dancing.
Forever free.
YOU ARE READING
Fire.
PoetryWe all feel in, coursing through our veins. This is part of how I, put it into words.
