Okay. So I fell in love.
When?
A month ago, when I was first shown what I needed.
What was it that made it so special, you ask?
I really don’t know.
Maybe it’s the smell
Or maybe the way I get Ecstatic at its sight.
Or even more so, maybe because they said I couldn’t always have it.
They triggered my emotions.
I felt incomplete without Love.
A major part of me is Love.
It’s ridiculous to try to take Me from me.
(sigh) Guess I can’t leave the thought of Love even for a second.
Darn it! Love’s alone.
I can’t leave Love.
What if someone kidnaps Love?
What if someone cuts Love in half?
I cannot compromise on Love- Love’s me now.
But they say I have to cut Love down,
Or else they’ll jail me- at (either way) hell.
I can’t stop looking at Love, dude.
It feels like I’ll die.
But they also say I’ll die of too much Love;
(Naturally or not)
At least I’ll die with Love then.
I’d like to stop, doc, but Love is stuck to me.
Love refuses to leave me
And shows me how I can’t live without Love.
Alright, doc, I’ll try to stop.
I think I’ll learn to live without Love.
Only when you’re watching, of course.
Love is never going to let me go.
In case you don't get it, Love isn't human. Love is, rather, chemically and physically versatile. Here's the key. Love's an addiction.
