What a mysterious emotion.
Passion.

It has not the same taste as
Love.

It is rather acidic.

But, it belongs with love,
As it is a precursor to it (at times).

Because even the most tongue buring,
Passion fruit (named after its taste),
Gains a sweetness (of love) at the
End.

Passion..

It could be:
A state of Confusion,
A state of Lust,
A state of Trust.
A state of belonging.

But so much more.

So why am I sending out,
This (mixed) message of emotions?

I would like to know also.

But,
I do not know.
I do not know.

However,
I hope and wish,
(With all my mind, soul, and being)
We can end,
Not as an overly sour pulp.
And nor a bitter one.

Rather,
An ever Sweet one.

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