A woman’s passion comes
from deep within her spirit.
A passion so intense,
so dazzling, so hypnotic
that a man, seeing her passion
is immediately drawn to it
like a moth drawn to a flame,
knowing the danger of entering that flame
yet unable to resist it.
But is it so bad to be drawn in?
Why are we as men so afraid
of a woman’s passionate flame
when the greatest gift of all lies within?

Her Love........

Rose

Looking out over a beautiful pond,
one rose I'm holding gently in my hand
as I think of all the things
that we shared together
the love the laughter
the little things that annoyed me,
the little things that I love so much,
the pain and the sorrow,
the passion and the lust for life
that we both greedily fed on.
But now all those things are over with,
as I say those words
I collapse to the ground crying,
wanting everything to be like it was
but knowing that it will never be,
I stood up on weak knees
and I felt a pain in my hand,
I was gripping the rose too tightly
as I saw drops of blood caused by the thorns
hit the muddy ground.
Looking out over the pond again
I notice every thing was peaceful.
I took the rose that I was holding
and threw it into the pond
and as the rose hit the water it made ripples
that seemed to circle around the rose
before moving on to other parts of the pond
and I thought to myself well maybe its time
I do with my life
what the ripples of the pond did
....Move on.

© Redbone