I feel a serious pain; I'm suffering from lovesickness,
Lumps growing from my heart with skin of such thickness.
The girl I love right now doesn't even know it,
Or if she does, I wish she'd care just a little bit.
Why is it what I want the most I can't have,
Even if it's just for one day so as we could laugh
Together and share some personal inner-thoughts?
Every minute I live now is like being struck by gunshots.
I am lovesick definitely, but this feeling is not new.
Why am I at the back of the longest-ever love queue?
I am too impatient and need to find that special someone,
So for the first time, I can experience some actual fun.
Lovesickness is not something a doctor can cure;
It is an agony, without her, that I'm forced to endure.
Stephen Cahill Furlong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lovesick-12/
