In love?

What is being in love?
Let me try to explain:
It’s like a disease
with symptoms and pain.

Being in love is
always the same.
It often brings shame
then who is to blame?

But before it brings more.
Someone you adore.
Someone you are sure
you could never abhor.

For one precious moment
to have and to hold
and other things
better not told.

Just the mention of his name
Will have your heart leap
Struggling to breathe
In the cool of the heat.

I started being in love
from an early age.
Then Captain Kirk and Elvis
were always my rage.

After I had
a crush on a friend.
My thoughts about her
could really offend.

Then after at school
for my teachers I’d yearn.
Happily, that always
helped me to learn.

At work I had crushes
on various guys.
All of whom I’d
eventually despise.

I’ve found I’ve never
grown out of it.
This need to adore
some forbidden shit.

Who am I?

Today I woke on a bed of straw
And looked out through a stable door
My breakfast strewn about the floor

Iron shoes nailed to my toes
Hair and rugs instead of clothes

I can sleep while standing up
Water's the only ale I sup
And never from a glass or cup

I take my bath in a pool of dust
And work an hour to earn a crust

My ears are large, my sight is blurred
My tongue is huge but I can't speak a word
But I know how to get my way
Deeds and motions are my say

Money? What use is that to me
Except to eat or mop up pee?

I have little I can call mine
Just my heart, my brain, my spine

Between my legs I have no balls
But confidence permeates my all

Would I exchange my life for yours?
Never
Whoever
Could want for more?