[ WP ] What does it feel like to be in love

My heart aches, 
 but it is not sorrow that plagues it, nor is it plagued for a longing of things lost. The sickness that pesters and possesses my chest from the top of my head to the tips of my toes is a force much greater than that of darkness. 
 This brightest of lights, that has taken control of every fiber of my being is that of love. The mere sight of her spawns it in me, her scent so infectious fills me with it and the feel of her touch sends tremors of it to every nerve in my body, so that none shall be left unaffected by her power. 
 Fate has suffered on to me this sickness in its cruel attempt to wake from my solitary slumber. 
 I do not want for words to share with her this thing that I speak of, if only my voice had not been silenced by her visage. I want her, I need her. The only heaven I want for is her presence, the only cure for this ache is her. But she is gone, her face now lost amongst the crowd. This world is alien to me, how could fate betray me so. 

