Passion, or something else?

I have no rhymes with which to tease you -
no words or pictures that you can see that will explain
what burns inside of me.
It isn’t love or hate or even passion,
but some unfathomable disease of the spirit
which only God can destroy
and only God can infect you with.
It is a curse you fall in love with –
or maybe a dependency.
What do I care?
In this present day of labels and pronouncements
we need only to identify a psychosis to ignore it.
It is the thing we see that we must never find –
that “admitting it is the end of the battle,” when really
it is the start and there is never any end.
That is truth.