you                 don't            know


my                    love!


it              doesn't    whisp­er,



or speaks quietly    in        traffic        


where   it               might            not              be         heard.


my         ­      love
                                  
                         ­             SCREAMS
                                            ­         LOUDLY even in the hush of the evening!



you            say               
                   ­you                 know me,
        
    
but                   you,              
                          you don't know me.


PASSION!


it's in my work
                                  it's in my love
                                                            ­       sometimes they are the same.


PASSION!
                            for whom I love
                                                            ­              it's in my kiss
                                                            ­                                            

let me
                                                  introduce     ­ you to bliss.


PASSION!  
                            if I am your friend
                                                          ­          you know it...YOU KNOW IT!


you will see it in my eyes
    
                                      a highway deep
                                                            ­                        

                                       ­                        
an EXplosiON inTENse!


PASSION!

if I love you,

             you know it,

                             I'll be your full moon every night!


you think you know me

                then call me by my name...


PASSION!
                          
                      when I write , it requires surgery


I have to split open the rib cage.
  

                           Break every bone.


It is the only way to get to the heart,



                                              then you have to remove it


expose it,
                          
                                   it s~q~u~i~r~m~s as it is pumping.


It leaves a mess
                                    

                       blood is spilled everywhere.


The bones heal
                           but
                                       you hear the sound of metal
                                                           ­                           on metal


the gate shuts behind you.
                                                      
    
­                                         There is a horrendous sound
                                    

it echoes in your skull,

                                     in your mind.

  
                                    There are sleepless nights.


There is a cost
    

                      a heavy cost.


PASSION!
                          
                   If you want to speak to me,


after your punctuation is in place,


                            once your meter is formed perfectly,


                                                   I mean I don't mind.

            BUT!

                  I want to see your heart,                        your love,


                                                       I want to see


PASSION!


You say you know me, then address me by my name...