Its starts with a look or even a word,
Things that are said , but never heard.
Sometimes we scream ,so loudly we call,
Just to notice, no-one, is there at all.
I want to feel, like I did back then,
The feeling of passion, could that be a sin?
To know what it feels like, just for a day,
I would do anything , for passion today.
To feel an embrace , so strong an true,
Heart racing, to name a few.
Last of lust, has left it seems,
So for now, I will have my dreams.
With or without it, I continue to hope,
For no other reason, then the courage to cope!
Day after day, night after night,
I continue my search for what is right.
To look or need , always try,
Passion we find, or it slips us by.