Lovestricken.

Giddy heights,
Lows black as night.
That wondrous disease
of exalted ecstasy,
somehow impossible to maintain.

The mind recoils in horror
at the thought of losing all that is you.
Evil thoughts grow like weeds,
strangling the mind with a vice-like grip;
turning them to my truth.

The dichotomy of human nature
can be a painful bliss.
Stripping a person naked
and providing them with false protection
should never be mistaken for love.