The Disease

Love is a disease,

That penetrates the heart,

That acts as a release,

And fools the victim in part,

Just listen to the side effects,

Oh listener, fear for your life,

This disease turns saints into addicts,

And causes rising strife,

The pulse will quicken,

The cheeks may flush,

Your blood will thicken,

And your conscience may hush,

The victim becomes distracted,

Their thoughts a one track mind,

Their sense of fear retracted,

And their love will start to bind,

If you see the signs just run,

Run and never look back,

Your life might as well be done,

So it's time to get back on track...