I refuse to call it Love on the grounds that it may flee.
Love is such a precious thing, yet I run from it as if it is a disease.
Something so life threatening.
A place I have not been for awhile.
Scared to remember the memories of a child; One that consumed me yearning to be apart of me.
I let love cloud my sanity.
I let love drive me into an irrational state of being.
I felt an eternal love that right now can never be.
I am captured and consumed by my memories.
I run just to be free.

I race constantly in my mind; Running from that life threatening disease.

I refuse to call it love while it haunts my very state of being.
Feeling that words can never explain.
An energy that can barely be contained.
What could it be?
This infection that is running so deep.
Capturing the very air that I breathe.
How can this be?

I thought I was protected from this life threatening disease.
I did everything to break free yet it reached out and touched me.
It touched me in the mist of all of my pain.
It brought me to a place of sweet serenity.

Defiantly not the effects of a life threatening disease.

I refuse to call it Love.
A feeling this good surpasses everything in my dreams.

What a beautiful life altering disease.

Love.