The Pangs of Love

The love is pain
When it is lost.

It rolls down your eyes
as salty water rivulets.

It enters your nostrils
as pricking breath,
which pounds your throat.
And when you swallows,
sores your airways and
thumps your lungs.

You feels the ache 
in your heart 
so heavy and painful
it makes you cry-
out loud like a kid
again and again.

The stomach mumbles
and needs dabbing.

The whole body shivers,
You cuddle to sleep
but with your 
opened eyes staring
at the roof or the 
stars in the sky.