Where Does Passion Go?

Passion, she drives men to be more then they know
With a gentle hand she pushes them through the process of life
With a violent push she encourages through crises
But when she can no longer graces us with her presence
Where did she go?
Was she sold, traded for security, honer, or power
Was she constrained, put in a cage, out of embarrassment or fear, slowly dying in the dark
Was she left unprotected, to be beaten and violated by the world,
Who had no respect of her beauty, till she was but a shell
Was she neglected, pushed aside, taken for granted that she will always be there
Was she prostituted, misusing her for gain, corrupting her purity on worldly desires
I would love to say No!!!
Of course not, she is happily at home waiting for me
But is that true?
If she is gone what can you do?
Can she be found, healed, or resurrected
Maybe, but that is out of your hands,
Territory of the All Mighty
He has given her as a gift when we first met Him
Cherish her, keep her safe