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She has passion

Her love overflows,

And it can’t be contained

And neither should it be,

So I let her be free

And she always returns to me,

And this makes me happy

Because I am not insecure,

And not rooted in jealousy,

Nothing this precious

Should ever be caged,

And she burns like a flame

When her passion is in full flow,

And she blows everyone away

Who is lucky enough to savour her ways,

She cannot be extinguished

For she’s way too hot when in flame,

Until she returns for me to reclaim,

And because I know her ways

The heat I can somehow tame,

Which suits our love this way.