Passion

we are calm,
we are quite.
we are not We,
you are You,
I am I.
We live...

The sweet
Smell of your
Perfume
The inhale
Of your
Purity
The...

The blueness of your eyes
is a feminine for the ink of my pen
so what i need to write the...

If only
she didn't willingly follow him back
to the empty dark room
that was shouting...

Love eludes me.
Perhaps I clutch
Or do I grasp
Is it my longing
Or just fate...

You look like a devil woman holding a whip,
the sweet smell of leather lace,
your eyes with...

Love is calm and peaceful
Love is kind and generous
Love is trust and reassuring
Love...

We were so close once,
Without secrets and without lies,
Young, free and so very wild,...

memory crawls back in from the drowning past
lovers nailed in lost and dimming years
...

Edith Pilaf
sings of a love
long lost
on this cold
December
night...

"The passion to help,
in my heart,
is the purest white flame,
and it is so very...

Venice once more she mused.
the old lady sat in her chair by the window.
in her room...

As she lies down, she thinks she wants to do better
she's smart, but for him she is not clever...

Sipping early morning cappuccino
On the balcony of her tiny apartment
far from the...

I know
that when your head is on my shoulder,
when your breath is asleep in that little...

A moment with you
Is all I need
To loosen the shackles
To feel I am free

You...

From the blue Sargasso sea
The trade winds blow cool
The big red sun illuminates
The...