Passion is like a coal.
Touch it and you will hurt.
Hold it and you will be burned.
Everything within reason will tell you to let go,
but it hurts less to hold.
Beauty resonates deep within the glowing essence.
It harbors love, and harbors hate.
This is passion, this is pain, this is happiness.
Passage I wrote on the bus while thinking about my future. Not quite the final product, but you get the point.