Love is an illness,
A loss of all sense,
Sometimes brief,
Most often chronic,
Causing agonizing,
Insurmountable pain,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To see your goofy smile.
How peculiar it is;
We search for a lifetime,
Making our hearts,
So achingly fragile,
Frantically clinging to hope
That we won\'t be broken,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To kiss your tears away.
I think about this often,
While I\'m waiting
For you to remember me;
The bruise that forms fresh,
Every moment in which
I love you so hopelessly,
Yet there is nothing
I would not give,
To understand your soul.
So like all those
Who have loved truly,
I plant myself & let roots grow,
Stretching out my arms,
To bask in your light,
Soaking in every. last. atom.
Until night finally falls...
Because there is nothing
I would not give
To keep loving you.