It trickles down on man like a billowing waterfall,
Passionate but sweet,a power that can sweep the coldest person off their feet,
Bold but timid, Like rolling thunder and flowing wine,
The desire is as hot as a burning fire,
To feel it is wondrous,
To experience it is as beautiful as watching a flower,
blossom in the spring,
Willful and strong, Feelings like this are nary wrong,
Colorful and as bright as the shining sun, When two souls mesh to become one,
The lonely fight as a single being is won,
The desire that is felt on a hot steamy night, with no feelings of fear or fright,
It�s never selfish or mean, But soothing and clean,
Always giving and free,
To love is to just
�Be free�