Passion Fruit

A duet of black and white roses

One crowned a mystery

The other crested tender

One sung intense blazing 
The other subtle, a kindled flame

Tangled harmony of harp strings and violin

Tender waves under the noon sun

A ballroom with bow ties and dresses

A dance barely begun

Wrapped velvet overlapping

Rich in enigma, Soft in sensation

Immaculate in weighing both equal

Fierce against amiable

A Passion fruit

A song poised

An empowering presence

An endearing essence

The emblem of your entity
Comprised magnificently of depth
Hushed into invisibility
Secrets well kept

Strength obscure form plain view
What you know, what you knew
A broken fragment from the entire truth
An aged soul in budding youth

Surface silk, smooth and placid
Curtained storms wailing vivid
Protected, shielded from hearts that see
Saving oneselfs an eternity

Harmonizing the past like gold threads hung
All a lesson, a memory sung
A pattern of love and constant defeat
A bequeathed experience unknown, unseen

Composed melody of a rising dawn

Traced silhouette of a fiery sunset
Parallel in the universe living apart 
Emblazoned together on your heart

Embellished whispers upon your soul

Fragmented sorrows making it whole

An exempliary life of a passion fruit

Passionate in being with the sweetness of a fruit

Passion Fruit