Like Wildfire

like gossip, love's epidemiology causal, a vector rampant spreading has another uncontrolled physiology a loving caring directional heading love can't grow in a Petri dish unless you're an amoeba or other cell if agape's agar to feed, would wish then i'd suppose it could, as well diseased with affection and devotion the prognosis a fortunate telling incurable in time, your love's emotion opportunistic transmission compelling we could seclude with quarantine but why would we want to isolate and keep inside of what i mean an infective germ so obviously great to catch a love disease, not so good on some picnic blanket by river of love as catching love to be, could, would with your desire of desires, free of animosity for all of sentient beings to less thinking with other leanings hard to be unaffected when all around everyone, everything is happily bound one to another and each bound to all devotedly catching incurable contagion laughing 'til crying and having a ball loving each other, and all civilization what a lovely way we could live life if we could forgive and forget our ire without avarice, worry, or greedy strife just let the love spread like wildfire © Goode Guy 2011-06-21 http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ hit me with your best shot... ;-)