When I go to bed
I hear her sweet voice
I smell her heavenly scent
I taste the delicious remnants
of passionate kisses in my mouth
I see her adoring face
still smiling at me
But when I reach out to touch her
She is not there
I feel utter despair as
I lay awake for hours
thinking of her
In the middle of the night
I wake up in a panic
I am sweating
I toss and turn
I cannot fall back asleep
I feel a sickness in my stomach
I feel a craving in my entire body
This lasts for hours
All this time
I am thinking of her
I am like a drug addict
in need of a fix
I am suffering withdrawal
It is said
"Love is a Drug"
If it true
then she is my drug
I am addicted to her
No other woman
has this effect upon me
I ask myself
Is she a siren?
What hex has she cast upon me?
I am spellbound
She is the most desirable woman
in the world
She is most precious
She is my queen
My empress
My goddess
She has power over me
In reverence, I worship her
Humbly, I kneel before her
Conquered, I submit to her
In madness, I love her
She is my drug
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I would like to translate this poem
You love herme deeply