Ode To Passion

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.