The passion Wanes.

     The passion Wanes.

You have yet to call,

and I wonder how at all,

the spell of love would fall,

when here the light so small.

I had hoped a little more,

that passion ooze from every pore,

and now I find I'm on the floor,

here you're walking out the door.

What did I least expect?

you told me of a lifetime wrecked,

maybe it was the passion unchecked,

you surely felt its imperceptible effect.

But could this chance be saved?

to walk and talk of passion raved,

where you and I have misbehaved,

misbehave before all the passion wanes.