LOVE, MY DRUG OF CHOICE

LOVE, MY DRUG OF CHOICE

I’ve often wondered is love a drug?

If you believe it not to be that would be rather smug,

Of you, to have such arrogant thoughts,

Love has created wars in which mankind has fought,

It’s brought the strongest of men to their knees,

It’s left kings and peasants alike begging please,

For it to not to go,

The way of which the wind may blow,

Love leaves you in withdrawal when it’s nowhere near,

And has you shaking at the alter out of pure fear,

That you have made the right choice,

When it finds you, all you want is to proclaim it at the top of your voice,

It has a way of getting us hooked,

And often hits us at that exact moment we stopped to look,

For it, in a world so cold,

Whether young or old,

Love will find you at some moment,

Based in the heart, that tricky component,

That pulsates the blood through our veins,

I say “shoot me up” and let me overdose on the remains,

We’ve all heard the term “love to death”,

I doubt the possibility, after the initial euphoric shock you’ll catch your breath,

So now do see the reason I question why,

Is love a drug?... because it for damn sure gets you high.

-brad