Love-sick

Vanity, Vanity, everything is Vanity!

I cannot contain my love for him. Each breath I breath in is His love for me. It's so satisfying, so fulfilling, so good. So each breath I take, I hold it. Because just one breath is almost too much for me to handle. But then, as I hold it, I realize I need more. I need more of his overwhelming, over powering love. So I do it over and over again. Drinking deep. One giant breath. Hold. And then I gasp for more. It repeats, and I cannot stop.    They see me, and they wonder what's wrong. I'm strange they say. But all I am is love-sick.

I want nothing of this world. No human wisdom, no intellectual knowledge, no fame, no fortune, no relationships. I just want Him.

Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.