Passion is not poison or evil,
Nor is she a sensual lyric
Or a Picasso on an easel
She is twisting and branding
And cannot be simply described
She is contradicting and confusing,
And at times, full of lies
Her captivating charm is what sets our conscious beside,
Your mind says, "No more,"
But she pleads, "Keep on trying"
What is seen and what is felt
Can no longer be tied
Because passion argues,
The more you feel, the more you find
Because passion argues
That passion is beautiful, and is kind
Because passion argues
That passion is healthy,
But won't confess to her toxic times
Passion's purpose is unknown,
Yet she controls all of our lives
Through the smiles,
Through the cries,
Until the day we are called to say our good-byes.

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