She is passion.

 
She is passion.
She is consuming fire,
Heat that ignites the soul,
A gentle breeze that perfumes,
A whisper that disarms.
She is a devastating storm,
Lightning that strikes the chest,
With every glance she passes,
A sweet and fiery stalking.
She is a whirlwind that shakes,
A dance of shadows and lights,
Unleashing chaos that does not flee,
While the heart leads the way.
It is a restless sea,
Deep in its ebb and flow,
Under the sky of secrets,
Who can resist its chains?
As seductive as October nights,
With its blanket of stars and longing moon,
She is passion, an echo that endures,
Infinite, sweet and heartbreaking.