My love is like an addict, longing still
For drugs which make him feel at ease,
Although they make him worry that he’s ill,
Even then the itch in his skin won’t cease
My Mind, who used to keep a roof above,
Has drowned in all the tears that I have wept,
Over you, when I’d relapse in our love,
Even ‘til death, a fix I will accept.
Raving, mad, ants are crawling without rest -
My thoughts trickle, their sound can be so fair,
But not so fair as could our love, expressed -
I have one last hit, and the world’s so bright
- Love’s drug kills me! now Come!, O tender Night.
https://thejonathanwillard.wordpress.com/2021/05/17/my-love-addict/
