My heart I have lost and nothing for me to gain;
though your dearth, I find pleasure inside this pain.
Pleasurable it may be to not love and refrain; also it may be sane;
but I cannot seem to stop loving you and no feelings from this madness I abstain.
I’m mad about you – you’re my sunshine and my rain.
lovely poem... awoke some feeling in me.
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