My Personal Obsession

It just keeps growing...

My love doth grow a fever in my blood,
That burns and will not suffer cool repose;
Each thought of thee becomes a raging flood
That drowns all reason where its torrent flows.

No hour escapes thy image in my mind,
Thy face pursues me through the waking day,
And in the dark my dreams are so entwined
With thee, they steal my very breath away.

I watch for signs where none may truly be,
Read secret meanings in thy lightest glance,
And count each moment’s absence agony,
As though thy love alone could life advance.

Yet still I cling unto this sweet torment,
And call my chains the dearest ornament.

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