Hi, everyone, this is another one in my series on human emotion. I hope it resonates with some of you. As you can tell the emotion that dominated my thoughts was an intense enthusiasm, so I wrote this.
Passion
Oh, it comes in many shades,
The bright red haze of lust,
Is just one of its faces.
The smallest and least of its glades.
Passion,
Oh, it’s mysterious and grand,
Sometimes of the mind,
And oft by the hand.
Passion,
Can be the green of everglades,
Meadows unseen and ideas unspawned
Yet in the world.
Passion,
Can be the rust of blood
Coating a blade in battle,
It courses through veins and men
Follow its cry like mere cattle.
Passion,
It can be for soft things,
A light summer blue,
It feels fascinated by paint and chalk,
Canvas and glitter-glue
A fount of originality and creation.
Passion,
Sometimes, goes unspoken, unfelt,
By others, hidden deep in sparrow hearts,
A soft grey in the background,
Held tightly by bookworms, otakus and softspoken,
Misses, quietly pining for that world in their inner eye.
Passion,
Can be loud, a bright neon yellow,
Catching the eye, from far
These ones loud, viviacious and screeching, never mellow,
They are fanatics and never stop preaching,
There are the only ones.
Oh, Passion,
There are as many shades as you can count,
A kaleidoscope of options,
Each similar, yet different by a certain amount.
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