The Passion
The passion,
A struggle for the inner soul,
A yearning for a relationship,
Showing only tender affection,
Forgives the abomination of our scorn,
And takes our taste of hell,
For a life to cherish,
In an attempt to save,
Which too often only causes bamboozle,
But when accepted,
The crown of thorns bursts into bloom,
And the flame never dies.
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