Disappointment.
I constantly feel it from you.

Hope.
I feel this each time. Will it get better? This reminds me that I love you, still.

Suffering.
To love is to suffer? No truer words have been spoken.

Desperation.
Yes, for when my love for you is unfulfilled. This feeling debuts.

Emptiness.
When you and I are not in each others arms, this emotion shows its ugly face.

Happiness.
A distant memory.

Love.
The only reason these words have been produced. The only light in this pitch black tunnel. The silver lining that may shine bright still. The supreme power that ignities my life. The eternal energy that fuels my happiness.