ode to passion

Written by: Elenushka Toledo


I say, too much passion 
in us poets, like a touch of a thou
saccharine taste invading our veins, 
we cannot restrain, 
we cannot condemned the only reason 
for our being, 

passion is what keeps us breathing, 
passion can make us see it all
different than others, 
not to cease, not to die
or give-up, passion grows in our soul,

it reminds us it is there
every minute of our day, 
when we need to count the hours
to get to him/her. 

Passion is the sedative to our worst day.

The essential of reason,
the way to a path, 
to rivers and streams that find our dreams,
passion is a vessel making a net
reaching our heart our souls

keeping the beat louder and quieter in waves 
frequencies, passion is vigor,
is a sparkle in our heart that continually 
beats violently and has no outcome.

Passion is un corazon de Oro.