Another from the archives

I've been going through a lot of my old poetry (including typing a bunch of the handwritten stuff). Here's another one I pulled up:

All across my mind she taunts,
Stifling my ev'ry want.
With great ease has she destroyed
Simple things which I enjoyed.

I like this one because the meter and rhyme seem to have worked out well. While it could be read in a negative light, I like to read it in an upbeat voice.