The deep, enchanting, pain that stirs my heart and quivers my soul,
Taking the form of a formless thought of yours,
Or shaping into an unending sleepless night,
Becoming the object of my thought while awake,
And the subject of my dreams while asleep,
Adding a touch of silent joy to moment of sorrow,
And a touch of sweet sadness to moments of joy.
The torturing, smoldering killing pain…is just pain?
Could it be…love?