PASSION'S PLATE

Do not mine my mind's state
Nor take notice the serving china
For me it's way too late
Passion has me living in Burma

My outburst with fits of I love you
A dish of soft kisses and hugs
With looks and longing ever new
Every day spring forth as faithful bugs

My emotions have gotten the best of me
This platter of push to get pull
All for her, that all can be for free
If but to have my name on call

The me, barely controllable
My bowl too fit to be tied
What I would not do, for the achievable
Her happiness, beg borrowed or lied

This love of mine is impetuous
Gold dusted slaver for its carry
Long love at last and gracious
Purity and beauty for the tarry

This intense rush to satisfy
The valued paten it's Chauffeur
Gold or silver, thus identified
Who I am sported by the her
  
She being my one true desire
My one main aim but to serve
Passion in promise till it expire
But each new Sun Rise made the sure