The virus inject its RMA
Into your DMA
It spend like disease
Your emotion increase
Little by little it spend
You became sick in the end
It change your mood
The virus is now in your blood
It design it tattoo in your heart
It run in every part
It rush into your mind
It make your eyes blind
It control your emotion
And draw your attention
To that only person
You like her without any reason
You see her picture
Being yours in the future
You begin to wonder whether this is love
Which is so true
That is sent from above
By God as gift to love
Each day the virus multiply
The only solution to apply
Is the love formula
I love you is my formula
Which is only the cure
That wipe out the virus make it pure
You find the secret of your happiness
Which fade away your sadness
I wish you are lucky
That your love are meant to be, if not she will drive you crazy
I wish God shine your fate
She be your soul mate
poet: P.Bah
Categories:
dma, love,
Form: ABC