love the hook

I love the hook! It's a very good thing.
It’s a smack to the soul that makes whole body ring.
And all it’s about is this one very thing: another.
An other. This real human being.

It’s good that can still smack me upside the head.
It’s good that I’m not immune. I'd be dead.
I appreciate jolt, surge, thrill, wonderbolt.
If I didn't and I am not dead, I'm a dolt.

How can it be bad? Or arise in the wrong?
No matter what context, this is the heart's song!
But maybe it’s just I enjoy it so much.
If instead it were torture, I'd probably 

adjust. 

Imagine if my strong reaction were this:
an urgent and desperate need for one wish!
For this other person to feel some same way!
The whole thing might turn damn unpleasant,

I'd say.

Desperation is never pleasant.

I don’t find the hook that crashes through ribs
to lodge in one plunge and sharp tug where it is
in my heart goes away when I talk to someone.
That’s usually what brings it in and full-on.

I would not want it gone. It's natural response.
This person is wonder, and joy's all it wants.
It’s what they bring out in me. One thing, and true.
There isn't a downside to knowing this world 

holds such things to bask in 

as you. Specifically you.