Passion

Written by: Chula Fleming

Passion springs from its sultry spot,
Warm and sweet, bitter-hot.
Belies the eyes that speak of love.

Cherished secrets fade away,
Chasing phantoms toward the day.
Belies the eyes that speak of love.

Passion seeps into the mind,
Treachery in reason's sound embrace.
Belies the eyes that speak of love.
He smiles at innocence, laughs at grace.

Mocks the armor of the young,
Oh, sweet love, cares nothing for the heart beneath
Or all the good that love bequeaths.
Belies the eyes that speak of love.

Passion springs, wet and warm,
Nothing safe from its seering harm,
Leaves me breathless from its heat,
Sadly hoping love to meet.