How can you deliver passion?
It comes not in a box
Something to present
You cannot buy it
For it isn’t an object
Oh there are objects
And boxes filled with goodies
But those are not actual passion
Passion must seep from within
Be given to another
Through every one of the senses
None left out
It must burn
In order to pass the fire on
And be felt by another in the same intensity
Passion is not delivered
But smelled, felt, seen, heard, tasted
The abstract noun of love
Given freely, unabashedly
With no thank you note needed
©MidwestFantasy
08/11/2017
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