I was alone like a warm day in the artic.
Passion pulsed passively through my veins.
It gave me a paining such as arsenic.
For pain was the outlet that so far reigned.
A chilling break came from releasing
the spirit so restricted inside my skin
through recording thoughts and feelings
in discussion, with paper, from my pen.
Oh, the rain did crash from eyes so strained!
A hermit filled with desire that must be revealed.
Passive passion still pulsed, now tearstained,
waiting for someone to steal the desire I concealed.
Along came a hot season in the iced land,
unveiling the secret wishes of many suitors.
Still, none with equal passion offered their hand.
The tears fell harder with feather-like ruptures.
Running backwards into my cold forbidden premieres.
I needed one place where the passion could emanate
from my veins into the world so frozen in fears.
Then, I heard your voice. A distant delicate vibrate.
My sprint reversed its direction trying to reach you.
Circles turned to triangles through weeks of stress.
Hoping to find a love that was true.Yet, I had no clue
to how easily you could see my suppressed distress.
I kept pressing on in my quest for your heart.
My passion leaked out and you finally agreed.
In this world soul-mates exist from the start.
Iím yours. Youíre mine. Together weíre freed.