The flame of love is all consuming,
When it finds you in its grasp.
There can be no denying,
That this bug will last and last.
It takes over your mind
And leaves you wanting more.
It has an unsatiable appetite,
That always leads you to her door.
I'm but a mortal, a poor man
That is only as strong as the resistance.
There in my lovers arms,
The walls come tumbling down.
Ron