A plague of tender devotion has infected me.
For such a panacea there is no remedy.
This feverish uncontrolled sickness,
Grows with an ill-tempered quickness.
Lost inside my head,
My skin has shed.
This disease was never supposed to deliver pain,
I expected joy and mirth with smiles in the rain.
Whether it's familiar obsessions,
Or colloquial expressions,
I expose myself-
Heart on the shelf.
Now I can understand that which I could not before.
This torment only spreads because I need you more.
Agony is just a form of love,
Like a drug, I can't get enough.
You are my world,
My only girl.
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Beautiful write. I liked the title. It made me think of how powerful the feeling of love can be. Great flow, too.
Seemed very different, but you did well with it. Keep up the great work.
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