Love Sick

For Chris, when you were my world, when you were perfection.

How I feel, I'm not quite sure

I couldn't give you an answer

This feeling might not be pure

It's like a diagnosed but unidentified cancer

 

Whenever I see you I smile

You always brighten my day

I wish I could see you for more than just a while

More than just hours and every day

 

You are my inspiration

I hope you can see it that way

But there are transparent complications

That cause my expressions to fray

 

The days are passing one by one

I start thinking my feelings are here to stay

When niether the moon rises nor the sun

Do they seem to go away

 

I wonder each day if we could be

Wonder if what I see is true

But I can't know if feeling what I do

Could bring us together eternally

 

How I feel, I can't truely say

But I am able to anser

I'm in love with you every day

I'm sick with this wonderful cancer.

Author's Note

Written two years ago. I really like my metaphor.

Reviews

[Mr Whiskers]

That is a good metaphor, love is definitely a cancer. It can eat you alive before anyone even sees it. I like the flow, your stanzas arent separate ideas with a theme, they are one idea separated into thoughts. Very nice!