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A Passion Swells Within My Soul

By: Jaci Rae

A passion swells within my soul. A deep feeling creeps over my emotions, sending chills of uncertainty over my life.

I want to reach you, find your heart and touch it. I am afraid.

I keep fighting the way I feel. Hoping it will go away. Knowing you do not feel the way I do. Knowing you will never change.

I want to reach you, find your heart and touch it. I am afraid.

My hand reaches out for yours. I need you to hold me. You are like a mother is to her child. A song is to a bird. You are my song.

I want to reach you, find your heart and touch it...I am afraid.

It's surprising how when you accept people for what they are and who they are,
They become exactly what you had hoped they would be.

The sun sets softly against a summer sky;
The warmth of its' glow rest gently on my brow.

The sweet scent of daffodils caress my sense;
Bringing memories of pleasant times and distant places.

The lingering sound of waves crashing relentlessly against granite rock;
Shatters a silence that echoes within me.

A billowy cloud nestles quietly against a blood stained sky;
Causing shivers of bewilderment to run through those who chance to observe its' beauty.

A single silhouette casts a shadow, signaling that night is drawing near.

As the sun sets over the horizon, my thought are drawn to you;
Thoughts of special times in different places.

Capturing moments that are forever locked in my heart.
There to call up whenever I want to put a smile on my face and warmth in my heart.

I look forward to seeing you at the end of the day.
Thank you for being such a special person in my life.

A warm glow mingles in my soul;
Gently caressing my heart
I feel the powerful presence of a being over me.
I glance up and you are there.
I Feel the strength of you in me;
Easing the frailty of my life.
Eyes pierce the core of my deepest emotions;
I feel their touch wounding me slightly.
A hand on my silent flesh, burns, leaving it's mark behind.
Icy words freeze my passion.
Strong sweet smells linger in the distance.

Somewhere in this world there's got to be;
A little place just for me.
A little place where I can cook;
A little cranny or a nook.
But somewhere in this world there's got to be.
A simple place just for me.

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Jaci Rae is the author of The Indie Guide to Music, Marketing and Money and Winning Points with the Woman in Your Life One Touchdown at a Time. Book Jaci for your next show: and hit contact button for her publicist.

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