A WILLING PASSION
Our hearts at times will need a respite
A common practice felt by many
To let the soul perform its daily cleansing
A wash that spirits warm from rinsing
That soulful want we have by sensing
And all of this I'll argue true
While puffs of madness course us through
Yet mine own has respite that I doubt not
My life is rich again because of you
My eyes have blinked back many tears
A habit once we learn remorse
To let the soul exhume the night
While sirens wail that we are cold and tight
Our bloodstreams tingle hot with fright
A willing passion hard and true
With hatred no one thought they knew
No longer if my love can fill my sight