Intense Soul

**Rough Copy

They look at me with fear
Others mock me and call me weird
Their jealousy I can sense
Because I live my life in a unique way

With fire in my spirit
Sacred blood in my veins
They cannot understand
So they call me "Intense"

Defiantly I look back and say
"Yes, I am intense"
"I make no apologies"
"There won't be regrets"

Intense like the purest of Arabian Coffee
Intense in its aroma
Intense in its taste

Intense like the densest of fogs
Intense like the darkest of nights
Intense like the hot sun
Intense like spring after it unveils

Intense is my mind
Intense is my soul
Intense is my body
Intense is my song

Intense are my eyes 
Intense are my words
My passions
My feelings
My reasoning 
My all

I feel intensely life's delirium
Its divinity covers my whole being
Complex as the rarest of diamonds
Intense like the dawn to which poets awake

Intense is my love 
Intense is my pain
Intense is my hope
Intense is my strength

This gypsy soul is intense
Because to fully feel life... 
You've got to have courage
You've got to have passion
You've got to have nerves

You get one life to live
I choose to live with intensity
Love me or hate me
I proudly agree....I am intense!

Sofia E. Falcone