My Pain
I should not look through her eyes
I should not admire her pleasant lips
When she talks, smiles, or winces
I should not savor her attractive smell
I should never commend her shiny body
She bewitched me like a crazy person
I hate the day that I crossed her path
I can’t block her out of my heart
She destroyed my heart’s protection
She reduces my life expectancy
Her seduction drives me to the doctors
Anesthesiologists can't alleviate my pain
Cardiologists suggest to change my heart
Psychiatrists prescribe me her kiss
God tells me that she’s my medicine
I hate her presence just like her absence
She’s a powerful sweet witch of love
I avoid sleeping because she’s there
Even though she’ll make me suffer to my death
I won’t give up until I get my prescription on her lips
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