Wednesday, December 28, 2011

No Cure



Stealthily
Encompassing
That is how love takes over the soul
Greedily
Hungrily
It roots on every pleasant experience
Aggressively
Demandingly
It will not be denied
Painfully
Wondrously
It weathers the storms
That there was a switch to turn on and off
Or a knob to turn it higher or lower
Its victims could easily recover from love lost or not returned
But there is no such device
It cannot be controlled
And it burns within spreading without
Consuming its host, it can sustain or devour
Claiming for certain only one heart
It has not proven contagious
A malady for some
A blessing for others
It is seeding inside us all
Blooming at will
Fertilized unknowingly
No way to determine how or when it will bloom
It takes hold of the heart
Battles the mind
A deep hunger inside
Its appetite is specific
Not anyone can feed
But without nourishment it withers and dies
Taking the soul of its host with it along
And there is no cure

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