Oh, the beauty that is passion!

One human being, no more and no less,
Can use passion as a reason
To change the very world they walk
They can use it to make a dream come true,
To grasp at every opportunity
Until there are none left to grasp
Until the rules bend to them
Until they are satisfied with their life's work

Look at the boy who was raised in a library and becomes a keeper of books himself, so the children like him have somewhere to play and to dream. Tell me that is not beautiful.

Oh, the passion within beauty!

Cast your eyes upon the sunset,
A brilliant explosion of color and light
That dissolves into a dust of stars
And the moon, my love, a beacon of hope in the night
Until the sky alights once more
And the sun sets fire to the deepening dark
Just to burn away again

Look at this dance of dark and light, of sun and moon, and tell me that they do not chase each other with the ferocity of a love stronger than time itself. Tell me there is no passion.

Oh, the strength in love!

A single person can completely turn your life around,
Whether they are improving it,
Or shattering it in an instant.
To love is to be vulnerable,
And to be vulnerable is the strongest thing a person can do.

Look at the girl who loved so hard, when that love ended, it broke her. It nearly killed her, but she yet lives, in a twisted way, because of that love. Tell me that is not strength.

Oh, the love in strength!

In the sinister grasp of despair and loneliness,
It becomes more and more difficult to rise and greet each passing day.
But something to hold onto
Can make the difficulty ebb away.

Look at the man who stayed by his beloved's side, who cared for her and did everything in his power to ease her suffering, even until she could no longer stay here with him. Tell me there is no love.

Beauty in passion,
Passion in love,
Love in strength,
Strength in beauty.

Beauty in strength,
Strength in love,
Love in passion,
Passion in beauty.

Oh, the power of a person!