In the quiet hours before the dawn,
Passion stirs, a flame not yet drawn.
Whispers of dreams in the silent night,
Awaken the heart with gentle delight.

A canvas awaits, colors untold,
A story of fire, a journey bold.
With every stroke, the spirit sings,
Embracing the joy creation brings.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Passion calls like an endless sky.
Guiding the soul with unwavering light,
In every shadow, it ignites the sight.

Chasing the echoes of a restless heart,
Where dreams and reality never part.
In the dance of life, forever entwined,
Passion, the muse, the endless bind.