I could travel from your heart to mine, engross myself in a decadent passion, even learn how to flatter and tickle your little heart already dressed up for a flirt stroll. Smother and disappoint you over and over.
Love comes over me like a disease, so run before I get to you. I bring with me a deluge. Spit and let go, i am already on the ground. Rabid souls scream to the wind their rage, but I lay my fury at your feet- leave before it buries you. 
Do not cry or laugh as you go, I am not so humble or stupid. I know I am not the only one. You can always run with the herd or join the pack. I envy the space they give to lies; i can’t mimic a moo or show you shinny fangs. I can only fall with raindrops.