Love's Sick Kiss

Love: The eternal drug/disease...

The kiss that you left me is now but a memory.
A memory that fades in and out each time I beckon for your love.
I still dream of your kiss, and touch.
The time is now over for us.
Remembering you is a sickness in which I cannot be cured.
Please guide me to a new day where you will be nothing more than a part of my forgotten past, where the sky will be bright once more.
My Dear Sweet Isabella...