Ill of Love

I've seen people drown,
I've watched people die;
But it wasn't the plague,
That ended my life;
It's as sweet as a dream,
But as bitter as a nightmare;
It makes me want to scream,
Though I'm happy when it's there;
I've fallen under its spell;
Or maybe it's a curse, I can't tell;
I'm caught up in love;
The illness I dream of;
I've found my sweetheart;
And now no one will tear this sugary sweetness apart.