Passion Poem by Edwina Reizer

Oh! this passion I feel for thee
I do believe it's taken me
back to days of younger times
where love is ripe like grapes on vines,
bursting with sweetness in the sun,
waiting to be picked one by one.

Oh! this passion, it does not wane.
Sometimes it drives me quite insane.
For should it not quiet down with age?
Should I not be content to let it rage?
No! I say. It's a life all its own.
It is all consuming from whence it's grown.
Oh! ! this passion.