You know...I think I might be going insane...
love haunts me to the point of pain...
I know he loves me, 
our love a slice of divine,
...and yet I pine...
for just one touch,
 one chance to inhale him,
fill me with him within...
... and yet I pine...
I hold him in my heart,
a constant ache,
and I pine,
to hold him next to my heart,
entwine...
lie together thus,
for all eternity.
Him and Me,
I am going insane,
I love him to the point of pain.

Love that fills me with pleasure,
Takes me high,
how high,no measure,
Fills me with joy,
brimfull,
A love that raises me,
thrills continuously,
so much so that I go insane,
almost like to the point of pain.


Pleasure and pain,
two shades ,
merged,
one.
colour me,
in the insane colour of love...
colour me I say,
in the insane colour of love,
Won't you colour with me today ?

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