she had a strong passion for art
she'd draw every saturday
she had a passion for writing    
she'd write poems, stories and songs
she had a passion for music
she recorded every song she wrote

but her greatest passion
was him
she'd draw him every Saturday
his eyes, his nose, his lips    
she'd write about him
every poem just for him
her songs she wrote
contained bits of him

no matter how strong her passions were
none of them were as strong
as the one she held for him