Passion's Hearth

We'll never know what life was like without
the pulsing red that flew across our eyes,
the words we throw and thoughts out loud we shout,
until our sleep awakes and fighting dies.
We cannot see what would have switched its place,
that argument we had about our love,
but with its passing still we find our grace
as my parts find in you what they're part of.
And as our bodies link it's clear to me,
despite the displaced tears and furrowed brows,
we're as close now as closeness e'er can be,
again a whole through separate passions roused.
And so deny regret of peaceful loving lost:
for deepened love, 'tis such an easy cost.

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