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.