You become incredibly high on love
when you first fall in love with her,
better than a drug, the greatest addiction.
She becomes more and more beautiful
even if you didn’t initially find her attractive
or thought she wasn’t your type.
You are constantly thinking about her.
Your mind always imbued with the joy of
remembering the endearing things she says.
Your feelings for her keep growing uncontrollably.
Your heart aches when you’re away from her.
Eventually the highs wear off though the love endures.
Were that the highs never died and lasted forever
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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