Writing To My Passion

[Justin]

Where is my love? Where is she that has given her heart to me? Why can't I find her?

Have you seen her today, highway man?
For I know how you have looked on her in days gone by.
Though, she rebuked you time and time again,
I know how she had known you before.
Before her heart was given to me.
Before I came and lived in her house with her.
And she became my passion.

Have you taken her again in her weakness?
That she again will lay in the street?
A husband's wrath is bound by love.
The love of my wife, my temple, the reward for my suffering.
She who I fell for, and she who I rose for.
She who my father chose for me when she came to be.

You will not have her, highway man.
For she will come to me when I call her,
And I will love her and know her again.
Perfect love has no degree.
And my love for my passion is perfect.

You will have her no more, highway man.
And your house will be consumed in the fire of my vengence,
For vengence is mine.

And love is mine. She is my passion.

-Justin