In the quiet corners of my heart it stirs,
A whisper, a longing, a restless urge.
Like a moth to the flame it yearns,
To touch, to feel, to be consumed.

Beneath the moon’s soft glow it blooms,
A fire that neither wanes nor fades.
It fuels my dreams, my waking thoughts,
It is the essence of my days.

Through storm and calm it never dims,
An unyielding flame, a guiding light.
It propels me forward, through the night,
Toward the promise of tomorrow.

In the tapestry of life it weaves,
Threads of passion, threads of hope.
Desire, the heartbeat of existence,
The silent force that makes us whole.