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I am sick with an illness

An illness that most enjoy being infected with

At this moment

I am not sure I wish to be.



My symptoms?

My heart races

I flush in the cheeks

I’m always smiling

My body is weak

My mind is numb

My step is light

My eyes they gleam

I’m not all right.



This sickness I have

Some say is a gift from above.

And what is this sickness?

Well some call it Love.