Passions flare,
With an emotional stare,
Pulling your face towards me,
Submit to a quaint love of thee.

Passions flare,
With an emotional stare,
Pulling your face towards me,
Submit to a quaint love of thee.

The penchant to rush is plaguing me,
To probably make another major mistake for many to see,
I feel I may need to slow down for not only intentionally,
But for I don’t need a reminder of how silly I could be.
Rushing has been an Achillies heel for me,
Always looking at the smaller parts of belief,
What I don’t understand is that usually the faster you go,
Half of the time it sets you back to being slow.
