Festering, putrid, love. I despise the very thought, and yet, I am drawn back to its wretched embrace. All that it took from me I was willing to give, all that I gave was I willing to loose; all it has given me is regret and remorse, though the soft hand that dealt it felt nothing, of course. Sickened and twisted, decrepit, deformed; a plague that the world over, everyday mourns. Contaminating our hearts with desire to fly, only clipping our wings once we've gotten so high. This vile disease you call love it must end, for it's only recourse is in suffering and pain. It drives to a frenzy those infected souls, until they go spinning far out of control. I will crush it, I will! I shall smash with my heel, this disgusting and repugnant parasite! I...
I... I mean to say hello, how are you, let me open up the door, no allow me... It's raining rather hard, don't you think? Let me walk you to your car, can I take you for a drink? Oh she smiled! She smiled! How lucky can I be? Me! She has smiled at me... What can this mean? She has agreed! Funny, it didn't sting a bit... It was supposed to, wasn't it? Who cares? Not I! Did you see? Did you see the twinkle in her eyes? We walk away, together, once again a host for love.