Low Immunity

Love comes to them like The common cold Claiming the face, the body, the mind Eyes hazy, senses dazed, Breathing laboured For the while it’s there I envy them Such easy lovers For love departs as quickly As painlessly As it arrived Leaving no trace behind Just some faint fuzzy memories It seems I have low immunity because Love has come Like raging Small Pox Spreading slowly Burning under the skin It marked everything Senses, Vision, Speech, Touch It left me exhausted Scarred with open wounds Healing in slow agony The craters on the face, on the heart Never gone I must have low immunity because Love for me was all consuming Relentless Leaving me marred Carrying signs forever Of my Disfiguring Love