On Passionate Love

On Passionate Love

On passionate love, it may be said,

A passion that's true can soon be read

By those who know pure passion's power,

Or by those enthralled in passion's hour.

The passion of love wears many masks

And for its depth, no one ever asks.

To comprehend a passionate love

Is like understanding what's above;

'Beyond our ken', or so one might say,

Obsessive it seems in its display.

The target of passion that one loves

Erases all others as one shoves

Ev'rything else aside on the way;

'Pursue the passion', thought of the day;

Priority, passion in one's life,

Rejecting whatever, causing strife. 

The peril of passion realized,

Can be turned to beauty, thus disguised

As something that's good; that must be sought,

Not something one finds or can be bought. 

Passionate love a blessing, that's true,

Handled rightly by one who'd pursue.