With Passion Poem by Mathew Cruz

Took her hand and felt her warmth,
I as her property can obey her will.
First Time, First Passion, First Love.
Far away, her sweet mind is,
Affection come first in mine.
Never let go of her hand.
Your eyes are beautiful above others.

Beautiful she really is, no matter what.
Anything I don't want, but her.
Real love comes out of my heart,
Refresh my heart with yours.
Everlasting hearts we do have.
Together we'll be free with great passion,
Through our everlasting hearts.

Mathew Cruz