If passion holds pleasure,
It also breeds pain.
No other emotion is free
To lay claim to
The bold multiplicity found
In it's faces;
Nesting in dozens of
Dark hiding places.
No one can know when
Passion may strike,
When two people meet and
Their small worlds collide.
Drenched in emotion,
Drawn to each other,
Driven by feelings they
Soon cannot hide.
What of the outcome?
Pleasure or pain?
Melt the facade 'til
All passions lay bare.
Time is our mentor, our teacher,
Our healer;
Patiently waiting to
Render her care.
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