Paint me no more poems in praise of Passion:
That passion's the height of love I would contest -
Passion's not love writ large, but something other -
With passion we're afflicted, with love blessed.
Passion's high's a downer, it's the lightning
That flares its force then leaves the night more dark.
Love is the always moon though skies may thunder,
Passion is the Flood while love's the Ark.
Passion's a whirlpool, giddying, self-centred
While love flows out to where two waters meet.
Love is the gentle warmth by which fruits ripen -
Passion is a burst of scorching heat.
Passion breaks the boundaries -
Lovers have none.
Passion is possessive -
Lovers share.
Passion wants it now
While love is patient.
Passion's all fire and smoke
And love, fresh air.
So, paint me no more poems in praise of Passion -
in love we're tipsy, passion gets us pissed.
Passion is a shout -
Love is a whisper.
So - paint me a whisper
And you're on my 'Favourites List'.
I loved reading this! 











I felt this poem was extraordinarily clever. (If that is even a word, LOL.) Amazing job.
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