Love

Love is never what it seems it is neither friend nor foe

With every day the infection begins to grow

The symptoms range from mild to severe

From deathly cruel to nauseatingly sincere

One day a fever followed by paranoid delusions

Driving you pushing you to make wild conclusions

Another day you feel safe and rested in its embrace

Drifting superbly in such a peaceful place

But do not be fooled do not forget its lingering bite

It can drag you down without a fight

It has several faces each one designed to draw you in

Leaving you dizzy and your head in a spin

It's both a blessing and a curse

So sugary sweet and addictively perverse

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