Encounter

A number of people have said this poem of mine is good...so am posting it here :

Encounter
There’s a very fine line between pleasure and pain.
There’s a point where you can’t tell the mad from the sane.
And the sun keeps on shining in spite of the rain.
You’re a fighter.

The door that says entrance is exit as well.
An end is a start even though you can’t tell.
And her idea of heaven is maybe your hell.
But don’t doubt her.

I can see in her face that she senses your fears.
She is opening her heart up and fighting the tears.
All the feelings you hoped would last so many years
are about her.

If the outlook seems bleak and you’re turning away
for there doesn’t seem any good reason to stay,
Just take a look back to that very first day –
Your encounter.