My name is Passion, soft as a flower,
I am the shadow locked in the tower.
I am the dust of a hundred years
I am the rust made from golden tears.

I am the song in the back of your mind
A fading vision of the artist gone blind.
I am the thought you may overlook
I am the clover folded within a book.

I will sing to the world with words unheard
I will fly around you like a tiny songbird
I will laugh, I will cry, I will give you my heart
I will love you until the night I part.

My name is Passion, small as a tear,
Light as the day moon when the sky is clear.
I whisper your name while my mind’s asleep
and kiss you in dream, then I smile and I weep.

Serfinski  6.13.2018