Love is a sickness.
It enters the heart
Then runs through the veins
Takes over the mind.
Every thought is held hostage
The body suppressed.
No antidote
Can cure the pain.
Only the words
"I love you"
(Note: can you tell that I'm in a semi-depressed mood?)
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