I figured I’d post something V-day related, even though I’m dismally single.
So here it is, My Beautiful Disease:
You make my congenital defect flutter;
flushing my face with Scarlet fever,
I can’t breathe when I’m around you
unable to recall the words.
My chest constricts, my stomach twists
just seeing you walk in the room.
And if it kills me, I’ll die euphoric,
your drug running through my veins.