I have this disease ,
For love is indeed a disease with such beautiful pain;
Be my doctor, not to heal , but to increase this blissful agony and make my life worth living.
Poem 2:
My heart throbs, so hard, I feel it may burst;
It throbs when you’re near me;
And always you are here;
Your clear innocent face following me ;
Right into those dreams and thoughts I never though existed.
Poem 3:
Love…
What a sweet four letter word,
What intense insanity does it hold within its innermost reaches,
What bliss does it give even to the one denied of it,
I have come to feel its hot breath,
blow right down my neck,
into that empty crevice which once held my heart.
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