Passion,

Blood boiling, heart racing, butterflies in your stomach, nervous palms,

Passion.

Me, gazing at you from afar.

Wondering who you are,

your thoughts,

your desires.

Passion.

Picking up a pen, and letting the words run from my brain, to my lips, ending at my finger tips.

Pouring out my soul, bearing my heart,

Passion.

When we talk about the future, about forever, about where we are meant to go,

and who we are meant to be.

Passion ?

When we ask questions.

Why are we here ?

What if ?

I need to know the answer !

Will I ever know ?

Passion,

Loving every minute of life.

Learning for mistakes, and never taking no for an answer.