Passion

By Aidan Romo

As I look upon my dearest love,

Feeling their presence before me,

They nest in my head, the lovely dove,

And drown my brain under the sea.

As I look upon my face through glass,

The same shape and color remains.

My shell is here, but with them near, alas,

To my love, I tussle in chains.

As I look upon my vibrant soul,

My angel uplifting its shine,

Fractured am I, for tis a cruel toll

I take, losing a face once mine.

As I look upon my beloved,

Ardor boiling for them always,

What I knew of myself has faded.

All that’s left: a call for their gaze.