Some would say love is a fiery passion
I simply say it is love
Passion is different from love in its actions
These ideals generate different reactions
Love prompts a gentle, sweet sigh
Passion, it thunders, much to love’s detraction
Passion is often mistaken for love, and
When it burns out people frown
And assume that love slips through fingers like sand




It’s an awful structure
That’s bound to rupture
So we must nurture
Love’s own true structure
Love can change

It goes up and down and all around
But never away

It is quite strange

Sometimes you’ll frown
Then turn around, and once more be gay

Love isn’t loud
It isn’t proud
It sits and stays
So long passion
I found a mission, so go away

I’m found, completely, sweetly in love, and
I’ll never stray.