Love, the greatest of all tragedies,
I walk the thin line of pleasure and pain,
For when I'm with you I'm so happy,
That when you're gone nothing's the same.
My disease and my cure,
It seems I always need more of you,
And the more I get to have,
The more I want you.
The greatest of my joys,
The cause of my hardest falls,
It's so much for my heart,
To live with it all.
For there are such times,
When you are not here,
That I wonder how I can wait,
When every minute seems a year.
How I wish the sundering seas between us,
Would just wash me away,
Like the tiny grains of shifting sand,
I'm too fragile, like dust, to stay.
I wish the breeze that blows your perfume,
Would scatter me wide and far,
Lest I go on forever between happy and sad,
My heart caught in a bitter war.
Yet even as I am scattered,
You come and gather me again,
Like sadness was just a fairy tale,
That had never really been.
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