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
80, last Piscean month, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, long ago from MA.
Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life, feeling fantastic and eternally youthful, always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional, some are not.
I write about Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, Historical events like The Burning Times, Fictional Characters I Create, and much more . I write a minimum of 3 poems daily.
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