Passion
As I sit here on the bed
Thinking how you should be fed
By my love pure as the color red
As the time gets closer yet
And I scream silent in my head
Cause I don't want to be fed
To this time of patience said
Cause it seems like eternity
Waiting as my passion bleeds
Yearning as the days decrease
To the day we will succeed
Once again each other we'll see
Embrace, entwine and become unity
As we journey to life's serenity
Crystal Jensen
08/14/2020
For my King.
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