Baci n. 08 (version 2)
"Passion colours everything it touches."
There is nothing quiet about passion,
Even if he who suffers it does not speak,
It burns as a wild fire through his mind.
He feels it in ev'ry beat of his heart
Making him restless even as he goes
Eager to prove to all the world his love.
And it is worse for he away from his love
When there is no hope to relieve the passion
Which haunts him every which way he goes.
Listen; you will hear it when he does speak
For the love that burns deep within his heart
Is the same that's reigning over his mind.
Truth be told, he's going out of his mind;
The impossibility of his love
Appeals to the romantic in his heart.
Nor would he do away with his passion,
A truth he might never be able to speak
That follows him where ever it is he goes.
It does not matter, either; where he goes
Because the world resonates in his heart.
With echoes of all that his heart does speak.
He's witnessing the world through eyes of love
Where the smallest things ignite his passion
And tests the very limits of his heart.
Every lover must have a strong heart
To carry that burden where e'er he goes;
Being taunted by such absent passion.
Hope and love are trials upon the mind,
No matter how boundless one feels his love,
Tis an impossibility to speak.
But it is the only thing of which he would speak
Because it is the only thing left in his heart,
Hoping beyond hope there is truth in love.
Where passion journeys, his doubt also goes,
Creating violent storms in his mind
That only exists 'cause there is passion.
And so passion makes it useless to speak
All that's on his mind. Yet; his burning heart
Eagerly goes 'cause his passion is love.