Passion, cold-fiery passion,
Intensifies my time.
It's almost up, so close and fierce,
It draws me nearer; Like a full force magnet;
So strong.

Despite the needles pulled by thread,
My faith keeps high.
An almost broken winged butterfly,
Ready to soar, ready to live, ready to fly;
So high.

Appointed nights,
Filled with a deep, scared, soul,
Ready to take and unfold her wings;
Ready to prove one's way,
So brave.

From where these fiery
Visions once came,
From where those dark
Lensed, but yet, lighted eyes,
Captured life's true ultimate form,
Led to terminal desire.

I take her by the hand,
Encapsulated.
A magnified bond that which
Taken a hold of me.
So true, So right;
The time is near, The time is here,
My life and fanned wings; ready to fly
So desire.