The Fire of Passion

This is an old poem that I wrote more than a year ago. It was probably my first, good poem. Enjoy.

The fire of Passion

When it all seems harsh
As if my feet were in a marsh
I come to think of you
And all the stuff we used to do
We did, we do, what is it now?
We’ve become so separated, and I don’t know how
What happened? What did I do?
You won’t tell me that, and it makes me go boohoo
But I won’t give up, because you’re mine
And I’m yours, I’m just waiting for a sign
To take your hand, and leave this place
To some place where I can kiss your face
No regrets, no restrictions
And not thinking about hard decisions
Just you and me, a life to remember
Just call me when it’s your birthday in December.