Of love and passion
thirsts a heart laden with a tide of visions,
unfolding a budding world
rich in crimson beauty of feminism.
My freckled hands yearn to brace
woman’s body, plight
and benign nifty love for equity.
In limbo, this is the peace,
burnt men crave to curve in the
luring pages of their brittle hearts.
Passionate about my mind’s infestation to grace woman,
I drill my trust and faith in her feminine palm
for this passion for feminism
is like romance of the finest balm.