Oldie

Oldie poem, you know the drill:

Passion overflows from the hole in my heart
It fills every inch of my lungs
Until I am forced to breathe, speak,
act, live passion. Not a day
not an hour not a minute
can pass without the desire
caressing my lips, embracing my breath
controlling my every action.
I am powerless under it.
And being powerless,
I am unable to act against it.
The sea of passion washes over me,
and in its massive tides, I drown.
Anthony C, "Life-force"