My Love

Love is startling, to say the least

Mine took me by surprise, and now it drowns me

My love is all around me, whispering in my ear

It fills my heart and makes sure it is felt

Love is a plague

I can't get rid of it, and I spread it in everything I do

I talk about my love

I think about my love

I write about my love

I am afraid that sooner or later my love will consume me

Until I have lost all individuality and have become my love

My love was caught when I heard him laugh

My heart was seized and no longer belongs to me

My love can be anything

Soft and endearing, or loud and demanding

My love is sweet

Or it can be sour

My love is a blessing

Or a curse

My love is me

Or am I my love?