Passion Poem by Eddie Mitchell

You are still there in my mind.
Only to be thinking of you, and forget whats behind.
Only a saint could create such a beauty, or could it be...
A saint joined in holy matramony, you and me.

Only the words of passion seep through you're eyes, my mind engulfed by such beauty. Silky wavy hair, to such extent I cannot bare.
I try to contain such feelings in which they are forebid.
He is what gets between us, destroying what could be.

The power and magic that happens when we kiss.
We shared that moment, together.
That one time in which I was complete.
My heart was filled with passion.