Of Passion
When the sun's vibrance
is brilliant,
Upon the petals of rose,
so fond.
Sparkling pads of lilly
sway, as gentle winds,
billow across sullen ponds.
As a mother's nurturing bosom
procures,
as sweet,
venusian milk glistens,
for her infant's cries.
Sweet,
like new lovers'
aroused infatuations,
Entangled within
their lustful lives.
When romance's endeavors
of passion
are left wilting amidst season.
Let us embark upon
unfelt desires,
to sojourn anew,
for hidden reason.
Copyright © Trevor Morse | Year Posted 2006
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