This is a piece I wrote a couple of years ago. Although, in posting it, I have edited a few things. Like I always say, "Like Nature, Nothing is Complete, unless it's changing."
	Passion The passion in my soul often overtakes me, I cannot hide what my heart cannot deny. I may sometimes say what I do not entirely mean, There are times I cry and have no idea why. But I assure you, not a single day passes that I don’t care. I often sit and wonder why I even bother, But then I realize it is something inherent to my soul.. But you must tell me something… why does it frighten you so? Would you prefer that I let it go, Become cold and unable to Love? Unable to Anger, Unable to surrender to the Passion that often Overcomes me in your Presence? I say No, Because if you would, You don’t Truly Love me.

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