Monday, February 23, 2009


Love is a bug
Just like the avian flu
Creeps up on you
It takes you unawares

The symptoms are sickening
You wish for a script
That can be purchased
Measured in milligrams or in fluid ounces

You wonder how and where
You let yourself get caught
How low could your immune system get?
Or maybe it was a mutation

But then just maybe
You needed rescued by this feeling
To know that you are truly human:
A labyrinth of emotions and reality

The truth however remains
You have a choice to make
To self-restrain or enjoy the ride into bliss or discontent:
Your judgment the sole determinant.


Debby said...

This is a good one sele, keep posting we R reading.

Debby said...

This is a good one and a lesson too. you are doing a good job.

Dabizniz said...

nice one


I am poetically challenged but a few lines in there jumped out at me and I liked them.

I hope all is well with you.

rethots said...

Yes love is a bug, it gets us unawares. Why we need guard our hearts. But then, how much can you resist that 'thing' called love?