This Love #2...

I didn't choose to fall in love you.
You rose through me like music does-
whether its a ballad or classical-
and this love's a transparent gold colour,
like split tea that seeps through a sugar lump sitting in a saucer.
Hmm... my love's like that; just when I least expected or needed it, you rose through my pores,
into my bloodstream and clung to the very chambers of my heart.
Now I'm a victim.
Slain by this love.
A love which is an autocrat, never to be disobeyed.
Though sometimes I kid myself that I can.
Fool!
Cos I'll always Love you.

x