Passion
Passion
Has your passion for the arts grown?
Without this you would be an entirely different person,
I have yet to believe that you still have not flown.
With your talented self I refuse to believe that you could worsen.
My heart swells when you walk near
For it is not my choice by which I rejoice.
My ears long to hear
The enchanting call that is your voice.
I could only wonder what I did to deserve this.
Those beautiful eyes are like a dream
Something one would not want to miss.
If it weren’t for you I would scream.
Too bad that I have denied your passion
Making it a deciding factor, reducing out your compassion.
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