the passion is the love I have kept for you.

She kissed me softly silken and slick with warmth

and I returned the favor, newfound joy and old pain

amongst the memories; new hopes arose and

As I looked into her eyes emerald sunshine

sparkling with fire and passion, I found myself feeling

new love and new desire.

The kiss was the first in many years that lingered there

upon my mouth, on my face.

Later I watched her sleep on my couch, I was glad

that desire and lust had not driven me here

but a truer love than time could tell

or a heart could sing.

I love you I whispered, with all my heart,

All my soul , all my life and with all my love,

knowing that we are as one

heart and life

Now as sleep takes away my vision, I pray that

the passion is the love I have kept for you.