Love is not heralded
By lightning strike
Or thunders crash
Nor by Mantovanni’s
Violins,
A chorus of heavenly
voices
Or 21 gun salute
Love is more subtle
Love is stealthy
Love creeps up on you
When least expected
It seeps into open
pores
Unnoticed and
unheralded
Then spreads like a
virus
Until you are
defenseless
And you are hooked
And there is no cure
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