What is that feeling that’s like one’s heart is about to explode? A feeling of being feather light but quivers the heart in a heavy load. What is that sudden sensation that steals one’s breath away? That dizzy, foggy feeling that swirls like clouds on a summer day. Nerves become electric with high tension coursing throughout. Simple things become confusing and quiet thoughts are shouts. Nothing ever seems right, and what is right is wrong, Confused and conflicting emotions carry puzzles along. One loses concentration when it’s always in the mind Waiting to embrace a thought, a faint memory or a sign. Nothing can replace it regardless of nostalgic grace; Like a quiver in one’s tummy or a head that begins to ache. It’s an itch that can’t be scratched, a hunger that can’t be filled. It the sight that can’t be seen, it’s the need that won’t but will. It’s that burning deep inside, it’s that fire that always burns. It’s that hurt that doesn’t hurt, it’s that yearn that always yearns. A sickness it is and one that cannot be cured No matter what the remedy one can never be sure. It’s a race that’s never finished, a night that’s always day Life graces only a few, but love will always stay.