Hateful Love

Love sickness

The boy has a shiver down his spine

He is certain this must be a portentous sign

His stomach is a gymnast, flipping all around

His heart is a drum, fast-beating with loud sound

He cries and he cries, days upon days

Hoping this will only be a very short phase 

He is beginning to feel faint

Images blurred with splattered paint

He throws himself on his bed

Fills his mother up with dread

"Son! Son! Why do you tread?!

What is it? Tell me so I can see"

"At school, I saw this new girl named Lily

Her soft voice and silky hair has placed butterflies in my tummy

I can't calm down unless I get the hug from my mummy"

The mother laughs a very hearty chuckle

Her eyes brightened to the color of honeysuckle 

"My dear son, you have been shot by Cupid's arrow

You are a victim of such sweet sorrow

Your heart has been strucken with love

Let it fly as free as a dove

For this beautiful curse will not always be

You really just need to see

Love is a seed; tend to it and it will grow

But if you are ignorant, love you shall never know

Author's Note

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