Passion a firework explosion
So quickly to black it burns out
Falling ashes left in its corrosion
Leaves new sky to scout
We don't make love, we feel it
It's not hot but comfortable and warm
From a spark like a fire first lit
It grows slowly on the horizon like a storm
Love and passion may go hand in hand
Either can open the door
Neither we understand
One itching skin, the other living core
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So often thought of as the same but completely different, and truth be known none of us truly understand either, enjoyed the read
Thank you my friend for your read and understanding comment it is always appreciated
You are very welcome
This poem explores the link between Love and Passion.I think people get those two mixed up. As the poem says Neither we understand.Powerful message here
Thanks David I appreciate your read and interpretation it is most valuable
They do indeed go together!🙏🏻🕊️
Yes most frequently they do but they like are like sharks and cleaner fish a symbiotic relationship but cleaner fish do get eaten from time to time.
Oh yes, I’ve seen a documentary on those🙏🏻🕊
Your poem illuminates the beautiful nuances between passion and love, highlighting their ephemeral nature and the profound impact they have on human connections. It reveals that while passion can radiate intensely and swiftly diminish, love blossoms gradually, nurturing a sense of serenity and comfort. This thought-provoking exploration invites reflection on the intricate dance between passion and love, inspiring readers to contemplate how these emotions intertwine and elevate their lives. Ultimately, it serves as a poignant meditation on the transitory and enduring essence of these universal human emotions.
Thank you Friendship for your insight and comment it is truly appreciated
"We don't make love, we feel it." On the surface, a literal translation of this is true enough. But metaphorically and philosophically, this is profoundly true across the board. We feel and we share/give love...experience it even, but we don't make it. 🤯 Well done, Soren. This is an instant fave for a whole host of reasons, let alone what I focused on. 🌹👏
Thank you so much Tristan for your deep understanding of the core of this poem. It is most gratifying that it came through.
You are most welcome, Soren. And it did come through, clearly! Brilliant work!
Excellent write
Thank you so much Tony
You're welcome
"We don't make love, we feel it" what a beautiful stanza that follows. It's a funny thing that people don't seem to understand for a while.
Thank you Ninja for reading this poem and your kind words of comment and encouragement they are always deeply appreciated
Of course!
Powerful work. You bring it to life.
Thank you so much Thomas
I once read that the abuse of sexual energy is at the root of mankind's suffering. It's been claimed that is what caused mankind's fall and ejection from Eden. Taking a bite of the apple.
Great write, Soren
Thanks Mutley I appreciate the read and interpretation
Love is so wonderful in life soren and has always been that way in my life, I am very lucky.
Andy
Thanks so much Gold for the visit and kind words
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