Pleasure in pain

It made me weep,it made me cry,
It made me helpless, it made me pry,
It made me so lame,
Love is such a pathetic game.

I could not speak, I could not utter,
It only made my heart flutter,
But, it made me suffer, it made me weak,
Now happiness is something I seek.

I only hoped, I only wished,
To be with the person whome I missed,
But that wish never came true,
The most important wish of afew.

I forgot myself, I became crazy,
Everything vanished, everything became hazy,
In my dreams I wanted it the most,
But when I opened my eyes everything was lost.

I had to move on, I had to go on,
I stumbled, I fell and stood again and moved on,
Even though it this feeling gave me no gain,
When I still remember it, there was pleasure in pain.

Reviews

[LadyLakers31]

I enjoyed the vocabulary but I felt the stumble when I read the lines 15 and 16 for most and lost do not rhyme but the rest of this lovely poem is an outstanding work of art! Congratulations!