Passion flows on every pair of lips
At times lacking loneliness
And passion is no more unique than the people that feel it
While only its subject always changes

Passion is no saint and no demon
Always going through the soul of the feeler
Commoner and king alike, pure soul or killer
In the end, we are all passion driven

And the lack of it is nothing, merely death
No tears and no smiles arise on faces
It’s like botox is the twin brother of a soul’s silence
When no passion moves the muscles of your face

My passion is the best attribute of my life
While it lasts I touch souls around me
And if I’m gone from your world and my home…
I still left behind me the passion I grew in all souls