This Joyous Sad Thing
It raises us to Heaven's very door
Yet condemns us to fear it's loss
It takes from us our ability to speak
Yet forces endless talk of it's wonders
It makes us weak in the mind and knees
Yet we walk miles for it's pleasures
It turns our very hearts ablaze
Yet sends chills all about our skin
Oh this paradox of joy and pain
Yet we all seek it again and again
This awesome power no one can withstand
This joyous sad thing called love