What Is Real Passion Poem by David Pyrs

What is true Passion without love
Desire without real hunger
Perfect without the imperfect

It is you, not all of you, but some of you
I do not see all of you, but I do see you

I do not embrace every day, but I do day to day

And because I see you,
I feel you,
I crave for you

One this most precious of nights,
I think of you, I long for you

As long as these words paint this veil
And eyes of man can see

These will forever be for thee.