Except for when I have it.
Being away removes my heart from my chest,
Takes my breath,
Steals my soul.
It has no form.
It invades my dreams.
But there is a connection and I enjoy every second of it.
Life without it is no life at all.
But as much as it tears at my very existence,
And stains my essence,
It is a pleasure,
And thatís how I know that it is there,
That itís true.
Because thatís what love is.