PASSION
Passion
flavoured with doubt
connected once were we
and little innocence
bundled in a corner of
amour
Cobweb
splayed
and dust covered thoughts
gone memories of innocence
who once was me
Do
not near
fearful of your trust
that I am
torment laden
the past not forgot
of any man
But
passion reigns high
and bubbles boil hot
Passion flavoured with
doubt
and you're here
innocent now
I am not.
T eAnne ©
Jan 20.1998
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