Witness of My Passion

You’re the witness of my passion, Known to my soul, so deep and vast. You want to steal the peace I’m holding, Proud of that — but I won’t trust at last. I won’t believe in you like I believe in me, Though I know the power you hold, I see. Inside me — fire, then the cold, From your touch, the story’s told. ..... ...... ...... Again and again, the tempest grows, Your presence a storm, the wildest throws. A dance of heat and winter’s breath, You bring me close, then lead to death. But still I stand, my heart alight, Through darkness and through blinding light. The fire won’t die, the chill won’t freeze — I feel you, yet I’m on my knees. ...,..... You’re the witness, it’s true, it’s clear, But my trust? It won’t appear. From fire to frost, I’ll carry on, My spirit strong, my will is drawn.