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| PASSION Copyright 2001 Wanda L. Harrell |
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| The passion within me is invisible to the eye, yet it clearly exists. My passion emits heat and warmth, yet there is no flame that burns. My passion is lofty and weightless, yet is great with substance. My passion is without shape or form, yet sturdy is its soulful foundation. My passion is more priceless than golden treasures, yet cannot be bought, bartered or sold. My passion is not tangible and cannot be contained, yet it lives--it grows--it thrives--it waits, With every beat of my heart and every breath I take, For the man I am to love. |
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