A Complicated Sentiment

He makes me quite completely mad
His ardent stare is much too long
His presence brings about my sad
His absence feels absurdly wrong
I wish him little shares of strife
And pain (never too large to plaster)
His smile brightens up my life
And time with him goes so much faster
At times I wish he’d leave for good
Slam the gate and skip right off
And then, I’ve never understood
How this must mean that I’m in love .