The Virus of Love

When you seek your intended, how do you know her,

Sweet villain,

Bright killer?

Do you go from one to another

Looking for a lover

One ready to receive your sting

As if a prized and desired offering?

More important to me, who would understand love,

Your thrust

Does move

Your being to perfect ecstasy,

Your lover to copy

Part of you to create new life,

As portions of a man by a willing wife;

How can I be sure that you lack love's desire?

You choose,

You sire

Upon the body of another,

Oblige her to mother

Yourself in shape of progeny

Who assure your form of immortality;

About your mate I can be more confident,

She dies,

Is rent

Liberating the new life you made,

She is wholly consumed,

Unlike our kind whose women enjoy

Observing youth, and themselves, in girl or boy;

Among our own kind I know that some must love

Like you,

Who live

By compelling another to give

The substance of her life

As a sacrifice for him to use

For his own enterprise, as does the virus;

But whether for you or one of my own kind,

For love,

To have

Its power, one must stoop to receive,

The other know that she

Is chosen by fate to receive him,

And offer the place he seeks to enter in.