The seed of love, when planted in your heart,
will grow by leaps and bounds until mature.
Like ink on paper, from the very start,
cemented in your mind without a cure.
Infectious to the core, it eats your brain,
consuming all your energy and fire.
You fight, you try to quash it, but in vain -
can't thwart the raging lava called desire.
And yet it's now a vital part of you,
psychology and Freud be damned - it rules!
You wish your poet's sky was always blue -
but blue skies are the lot of smitten fools.
Imprisoned by your love's metallic bars -
it is a verdict of your judging stars.
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