Having found you,
the greatest thing possible,
morning sky bluer than it ever was,
the wind, offering more comfort than ever,
smell of the rain, more refreshing that it ever was,
stars, infinite in the sky,
brighter than I ever though possible,
pain,
no different than pleasure,
pleasure no different than pain.

Your kiss,
the greatest thing possible,
strawberries, never so sweet,
wine, never so refreshing,
the sun, offering more comfort than ever,
smell of flowers, more potent in their fragrance than they ever were,
moon, indescribable in its beauty,
brighter than I ever thought possible
pleasure,
no different than pain,
pain no different than pleasure.

Having lost you,
the worst thing imaginable,
morning sky darker than blackest of nights,
the wind, no comfort found here, more cold and callous than ever,
stars, not one I see,
their beauty more lost on me than I ever thought possible,
pain,
no pleasure to ever be found,
pleasure lost to the blackened void of sorrow.

You picture,
the most torturous thing possible,
nothing is sweet, and wont be ever again,
wine, never so refreshing,
the sun, offering more pain than ever,
smell of flowers, a reminder of the torture,
moon, offering no solace,
no relief,
no beauty to be had,
pleasure,
un-allowed, uninvited,
unwanted.