Love is a Drug


Love is a drug,

A nasty little bug,

Bites you when you think you will never fall,

Even if you try to build a wall.

Love is a bug,

Makes you feel safe and snug,

Gets you when you least expect,

Easier to find than to erect.

Love is snug,

As a bug in a rug,

See if you can escape,

Go on, try, for pity’s sake.

Love is strange,

Like the colour orange,

Hurts you when you just want more,

Leaves you with your heart feeling sore.

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