A disease which controls your heart's pumping rhythm,
Only cured by a single serum,
When the person you cherish is dragging you near,
And always holds you forever so dear.
Intense and hot like fire,
Which makes you want to fulfill your desire,
Emotions so powerful and deep,
There are so many which are hard to keep.
Requires only your instincts,
Which may become quite addictive,
You charge without a second thought,
Without every being taught.
That is what they say about passion, lust and love,
Pure and clear substances like a pale white dove,
Something that will last for eternity,
But are taken into account just like world poverty.