Sappho truly had it right when
She wrote Fragment 31
For my limbs ache with longing
My breath is cut short
And I am choked with the thought of you
Nausea grips my very being
My hands quiver
My voice shakes when I speak
I can not sleep for you fill my dreams
I can hardly eat
To swallow past the lump in my throat

You destroy me and you
Make me feel alive