Passion
It is nothing more than desire's fuel,
a means to an end, a means for one to reach,
that which without, life would surely be dull.
It gains dominion over the body; a wave of unfightable heat.
Once the fire has been ignited,
the desirous goal shall be reached.
For passion is the drive in all emotion,
but is especially vibrant while in desires reach.
However strong and intense the feeling may be,
it is still in fragile love's unlikely grasp.
As pronounced in today’s evolved history,
as it was in the star-crossed lovers desperate clash.
Whether one be passionately desirous, or passionately in love,
the emotion shall explode with a passionate rush.
Leaving the emotion in its most extreme state,
allowing one to destroy with hate, or with love, to create.
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