I don't really care if I don't understand passion, with its stirring and confusing waves. I am jealous; I envy the next moment I can steal away for a glimpse, a moment, or a short or long conversation with you. Feelings and emotions are simply a storm, and you are the singular solace. Whether by whim or by calculated want I am set to search, to seek, and as my desire and reward to find you.
And if passion rise as a wind, or freeze like ice
- your hand holds the winds
- your love melts hearts.
The grave has already loosed you,
Death already lost its grasp.
My heart rises silently when choirs sing your name.
I feel like the whole earth trembles when heaven opens,
and worship begins to rain.
Let passion know no bound
and my heart know no content.
Pour oil to embers, desire be not quenched!
I love to love you.
Waste no moment, not a single breath!
Let love rise great and plummet me
through its highest depths.
~JLB
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