Passion’s Quandary

Does there exist on this planet,
A love for every man and woman,
In which frenzied labor is unnecessary,
To feed the flames of longing?

A single person,
A kindred spirit, a match,
A rising phoenix,
With whom to traverse the tumult.

Or is life doomed to uncertainty,
Engulfed by chaos,
Leading us fiendishly on,
Towards the slow agony of our end?