Promises
Lit by smiles
and sweet laughter
I hear when I close my eyes
By the soft touch
Of loving hands
That still tingle
like electric current on my skin
By kisses
That took my breath away
and left me breathless
By endless talks
Of hopes and dreams
I carry with me
My soul burns with a passion
That can not
Should not
Ever
Be extinguished
It is not what I have
That kindles the fire
I have nothing
It is the memory of those things
And the promise of their renewal
That drives me
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No words… just a huge smile and a deep breath that releases.
I hope that helps explain where the passion comes from and how I keep it alive 🙂
Mmm… yes and no. I understand, but at the same time it raises so many questions. I think, bottom line is your passion is a gift that you have managed to unwrap and now you nourish it and love it to keep it alive. How’s that for an interpretation?
Passion born only remains if we allow it to and it requires nurturing. So, in your own words, yes and no 🙂
im convinced you wrote that just for me! 😉 Thank you 🙏
I hope it’s something we can all hold onto 💕