Endured Ecstasy

Even good things can sometimes hurt.

the smell of your hair,
the taste of your lips,
both are endured ecstasy.

the look in your eyes,
the touch of your hand,
both are endured ecstasy,

the feeling I get,
just looking at you,
too is endured ecstasy.

it’s perfect now,
I just don’t know how,
I will handle it once you leave.

how much I love you,
you wouldn’t believe,
that feeling alone is

TRUE ECSTACY