Passion

You bring me down to my knees,
Yet give hope to rise to my feet,
My mouth is dry I cannot speak,
Yet you give me words to what’s within.

I hate you, I adore you!
When I feel you, I live,
When you live me, I die,
I don’t want you, I can’t live without you.

© George Gitau (his blog)

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