Trinity of the Heart’s Odyssey

In the heart's abode of rapture and rue,
Where joy and pain doth intertwine,
The tapestry of life weaves a tale anew,
Of passion's colors, bold and fine.

Upon the canvas of existence, hues dance,
A tender waltz of love and loss,
Embracing the fickle chance,
Of pleasure's warmth and sorrow's frost.

Joy, a delicate blossom in the meadow's embrace,
Unfurls its petals, bathed in sunlit glow,
Yet fleeting as a lover's tender grace,
It withers when the winds of pain do blow.

Pain, a storm's relentless serenade,
Shatters the fragile heart of clay,
Yet in its wake, a new strength is made,
For through the tempest, stars guide the way.

Passion, a wildfire in the soul's abysm,
Burning bright and fierce, it sears,
In its scorching heat, a sacred prism,
Revealing our deepest hopes and fears.

Together, they weave a symphony divine,
A tale of love and loss, entwined,
The dance of life, the soul's design,
A testament to the strength of humankind.

In joy, we soar above the skies,
On wings of dreams, we touch the stars,
In pain, we fall, our spirit cries,
Yet rise again, our hearts unmarred.

In passion's fierce, relentless blaze,
We find the courage to persist,
To face our fears, to walk life's maze,
And taste the beauty that exists.

So let us embrace this sacred trinity,
Of joy, pain, and passion's flame,
For in their dance, we find our destiny,
And in their harmony, we find our name.