A FIRE THAT SMOLDERS
What is Passion?
Can anyone know?
Is it devotion, determination,
Or a fire smoldering,
Waiting for a gentle breath,
To give it the power to ignite?
Whose breath is gentle enough?
If care is not taken, the fire may go out.
It needs a gentle breath to keep it going,
To keep it smoldering like coals.
Or will it be allowed to die,
Leaving only cold?
Who can know and tend the fire?
Who can breathe gently upon them,
The red coals, and keep them,
From growing black and bitter?
Who will tend the fire?
What is Passion?
How can I know?
I have devotion, determination,
But I have no gentle breath,
No one to tend my fire.
So it has grown black and cold.
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