Passion and Drive


As my day begins to fade, as my moon begins to rise.
There starts a fire in my eyes.
A fire not of lust and desire.
But of passion and drive.
The passion that we share in a simple kiss.
To the passion we share cooking a meal.
The drive to be a better one. Not Two.
The passion and drive to become a true.
Me and You.

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