Uncontrolled Passion Poem by Rose McLaughlin

His lips meet hers,
Their hearts race to the same rhythm,
The world around them spins,
Everything in existence disappears.

The two of them,
The room,
The passion,
Are all that remain.

A whirlwind of affection,
Their fates collide,
The perfect moment is theirs.

Eternity entwines these two souls,
Never leaving one another's arms,
Always in one another's sight,
For without one another,
Their lives would feel incomplete.