To play the field or run amidst gazelles
Or scribe a lengthy piece of noble work
A passion is a love that does not dwell
A loud voice from our head that does not lurk
A blissful feeling is the lust we gain
To do what we love is the only way
To grab and pull it like a horses rein
This passion should not ever leave our day
Exploring love against a mighty force
Will make it difficult to seek great joy
The fire does not come easy on the course
A challenge that is ready to destroy
Delight and honor is what we may feel
It may portray a life that can seem real