It lies in all of us.
And though sometimes unwanted, unbidden,
It will stir and howl.
It will guide us.
Speak to us.
It rules all of us,
And we obey.
We have no other choice.
Passion is a collection of our happiest moments.
The joy of love,
The clarity of hate,
And the ecstasy of grief.
Sometimes it hurts more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion,
Maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we would be shuttered, 
Hollow and dank.
For without it, we'd have nothing but loneliness and fear.