A poison called love


How do we get stung
All covered protectively
Fur, snakeskin, wool and even metal
Yet one sting penetrated all

Cupid’s arrow must be potent enough
Knocking senses numb
Even reasoning fled, dumbness was stubborn
The poison gradually spreads

Threatening yet strong
It grows day by day
It does not kill
Rather made stronger

Gradually, the deserters left
Together they stabilize the poison’s effect
A poison that didn’t kill or knock out
The poison called love.

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