Passion (Sonnet)

This passion never seems to find its end: — Is it its secrecy of love so deep? Feels almost vital like the air I breathe; Resonance of thrilling sounds in heart sends. Day and night, it dwells in co-existence With my spirit, throughout the times, and dreams; Though, not fulfilled, my heart in silence screams; It has its character defined, substance: — O! But now, too tired myself, I find; Your company is no longer of need: — Please, leave my mind and no more thoughts in seed! Now I shall laugh and dance with a life kind; Forget the time when I was sad and blind, And celebrate the feast of life with pride!