Sad Love

A chemical infusion that is so intense,
Between two people unbearable it makes no sense,
Impossible to be with or without their love,
Yet while apart one can fly like a dove.

Unable to sit in a room without wanting to touch,
And kiss their lips the feeling it’s such a rush,
Like an addiction a hit heals the pain,
Yet dependant and destructive unable to gain.

Lust perhaps or purely a strong connection,
It’s like a fast and growing viral infection,
Unable to treat or find a cure,
Except to remain far so never to lure.

When distant the flower is able to grow,
And the pain extinguishes never again to show,
Independence is reached a higher plane to travel,
And no more jigsaw puzzle to unravel.

It’s a ‘sad love’ for two cannot be united,
Or experience the fondness when lovers delighted,
Feel sure that ‘sad love’ stops the healing,
From the past pains that life’s cards have been dealing.

The Brighton to London Poet

© 2005 MCARB