Love Is Strange

A fancy tickled,
Unrestrained,
A cosmic pull,
Goes unexplained.

Drink of joy,
To drown in pain,
Repeat the notion,
Yet again.

Love is strange,
There is no doubt,
A sacred tide,
Which washes out,

Cleansing all,
We do abhor,
Creating,
What we hated more.

A need to feel,
Another's touch,
Though you fight,
You're in it's clutch.

It couldn't be,
Another way,
These feelings,
Who you are today.

Brought forth by,
The love you felt,
The pain it held,
The joy it dealt.