Passion’s Hand

By Blessed©

The hand of passion...

Skin softer than a falling rose petal...

Smooth and gentle to the eyes...

Her words, like a medicine curing me of my past pain...

Sweet and delicate speaking to my soul through her placid lips...

Her eyes, I can barely watch without slipping into a trance...

A trance where I walk through her thoughts

And the pace of my steps is formed by the rhythm of her heartbeat

Her cheeks...tender is what my lips tell me they are

As she walks with me every day, her motion is of a lovely form

She walks with the passion I have lived all my life

She takes my right hand with her left, and intertwines my fingers with her own

Passion stands in front of me, and is with me wherever I go

She's mine...

She tells me she loves me

Passion is her name…Passion Diligence

And with Diligence’s Passion, Passion makes her most diligent feelings known to me

Feelings I never reject, but embrace along with her complex simplicity

Passion is the reason why I am who I am

Without Passion that is mine, my desire for the things I value wouldn’t be this deep

She has shown me to grasp, and hold on tight…not only with my hands, but with my heart as well

Passion’s hand will never let me go…and I intend to hold onto her as long as my fingers can close…

She understands me to my core…she’s beautiful like that

So I will continue to walk with Passion and Diligence…until I, or Passion’s Diligence, is no more…