Crown of Thorns

What it’s like to be in your warm embrace;
Feeling the chilling winter air galore;
When I’m with you, everything feels in place;
Sensibly, my heart attains frigid war.
There are some thoughts that pester my fraught mind;
This buffeted and rigid obsession;
My insomniac nights are not confined;
Yet, I still long to hear your confessions.
This infatuation is so insane;
I know it’s favored that I go away;
That could only be done in zealous bane;
I can promise you that I’m here to stay.
Standing by you only causes friction;
No love is as great as this affliction.