This passion never seems to find its end: —
Is it its secrecy of love so deep?
Feels almost vital like the air I breathe;
Resonance of thrilling sounds in heart sends.
Day and night, it dwells in co-existence
With my spirit, throughout the times, and dreams;
Though, not fulfilled, my heart in silence screams;
It has its character defined, substance: —
O! But now, too tired myself, I find;
Your company is no longer of need: —
Please, leave my mind and no more thoughts in seed!
Now I shall laugh and dance with a life kind;
Forget the time when I was sad and blind,
And celebrate the feast of life with pride!
Passion (Sonnet)
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