Passion is a baby, always ravenous...in need of food...
Feed him regularly...from silver spoon.
If neglected passion becomes tragically dejected.
Lost in frozen mist, biting icicles on fingertips, fire guarded.
When fire's gone, eyes inferno dies,persona died inside.
Empty head, fractured heart smashed as broken mirror shards, full of memories, vile!
Hereby,  I do declare loss of passion's so unfair!
Copyright Livvi Kent 24/04/2013.