Passion

The white dove floats effortlessly across the sky,
expressing all emotions through its grace;
love comes and goes like a sigh,
and then I think of your wonderful face.

I cannot bare to be apart from you;
my strength has left me,
rendering me wounded without any ado.
I wish my voice could reach you to hear my plea.

It hurts me, you see,
this thing we have,
and when you're not here with me,
I shall love you and cheer myself with a laugh.

Love is an entity of giving
surrounded by light,
engulfed by warm arms of your being;
your appearance drips passion from my insight.