Doing Fine

the passion of doing a thing
that you love

it loves you too
feeds that passion with fuel

a conflagration
a fusion of fire and desire

you ask me why i am doing it
because i love you

not because you love me
because i love you

things love you in return
the barks of trees that you touch

give the best leaves
the most colorful flowers

the scent
pervading the air of the night

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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