Not all Passion..has a physical implication, to me..it transcends into a compelling emotion that invades the mind and soul. When an aspiring artist..loses track of time, forgets to eat as he/she gives complete attention to a small detail in a painting..only to be forgotten in someone's attic when it's finished, that..is the embodiment of Passion.
When a man lays sleepless..listening to the blowing wind outside..wishing he were a leaf..flying in the direction of a loved one's window, then blowing right inside..touching her hair for a fraction of a second, or standing in the rain waiting for her to come out..and smile at him, that..is Passion.
When a Lioness..deep in the African plains stalks a prey, then carries it back miles away to her cubs..and sits there, waiting patiently, as they tear it up..despite her own hunger, that..is Passion.
When a mother wakes up in the middle of the night to check that her children are ok..covers them properly and stands there for a minute watching them as they sleep, that..is Passion.
When two people hold hands..and just sit there, that..is Passion.
People might forget what you say, but they will never forget how you make them feel, that..my friends..is Passion.