Most of my poems are about love. Here's one. I think falling in love is a variety of madness, but as far as I know it has not been classified in the DSM (official diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders).
Love hit me like an express train
When I could scarce believe the pain
Of lack of love and weary compromise,
Love hit me like an express train.
I sought love walking in the rain,
And trudging miles, and writing verse, and sighs,
And I could scarce believe the pain
Of solitude. Here's my refrain:
When I first looked into your lovely eyes
Love hit me like an express train.
Yet I survived and breathed again,
And only later did I realise
That I could scarce believe the pain
Of separation. Is love sane?
Is friendship not enough? Here's the reprise:
Love hit me like an express train.
If you go or you remain,
I hope I shall have courage to be wise;
But I can scarce believe the pain:
Love hit me like an express train.
Martin Dace 2006
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