The Strangeness's of Love

There’s a strangeness in me that thinks it not odd
That I still be in love with you so,
And in such a strangeness I find only joy
Til the time comes again that you go.
And when you are gone such a strangeness retreats,
That to speak is to utter a cry,
For the absence of you in the depths of my heart
Is a strangeness too often come by.