The Disease Known as Love

You are a fever
running through
my blood,
not by choice,
not my will,
fighting infection,
yet still lethal
enough to kill

You are a virus
spreading throughout
my entire body,
unstoppable,
incurable,
unable to be controlled,
leaving no part of me untouched,
infecting my soul

You are dangerous
in close contact,
a wild strain,
and new,
six feet apart
isn’t far enough
away to protect
me from you

You are the disease
known as Love,
and I the patient,
stuck together
forever and always
in isolation,
until the day
you kill me.