Its craving never ceases most times.
It is never deigned as a pastime.
It conforms daintily with all times.
As passion assumes the form of duty
it surpasses all norms of beauty.
As passion becomes duty
it equips itself with scrupulous bounty.
The cry for passion is never alone.
It originates not from the forlorn.
The said cry is never a moan.
It is heard forever in the diligent tone.
Passion lingers in the area of decision.
It stands firm in times of recession.
Passion walks hand in hand with resolution.
Charting out a natural evolution.