A sudden tempest sweeps my spirit low,
Drawn by the magnet of thy burning grace.
Within thy gaze, I feel the embers glow,
And time itself dissolves within this space.
The outer world is but a shadow cast,
Upon the walls of this, our secret shrine.
No future counts, nor memory of the past,
While I am drunk upon thy lips like wine.
We are the storm that rages in the dark,
A fevered dream no mortal law can bind.
Thy touch ignites an elemental spark,
Leaving the pallid, common earth behind.
So let us burn with unabated breath,
Two flames entwined in passion’s wild decree.
Defying silence and defying death,
Locked in the trance of love’s eternity.
True passion transcends the mundane; it is a spiritual fever that elevates the soul above the ordinary. This verse invites you to embrace the burning intensity of love not just as an emotion, but as a sublime art form to be lived fully.
