A Word On Passion
Once in your life, you may come across
A passion which burns so brightly as to seem
Born of the forges of Vulcan
And suckled from the breast of Venus.
Yet time's merciless passage
Will swiftly grind it to nothing;
Earthly fire, even that of the soul,
Springs not eternal.
Soon all that will remain
Shall be ash and softly glowing embers,
Scattered to the four winds.
Despair not, however,
For if you search with diligence
And have fortune on your side,
You may find that one who inspires in you
A love deeper than the furthest reaches
Of Neptune's realm;
And rooted more firmly than the mighty oak;
A love that will withstand the ages
With the knowledge that passion
Was only the beginning.
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