I wrote the following poem when a friend of mine was struggling with feelings that were at the time utterly unwelcome; I think we’ve probably all been there….
Falling in love is much like falling sick:
It wasn’t part of the original plan.
There’s never a right time for it,
But when it happens, there comes
A terrible sense of inevitability,
A point when you can’t put it off
For a single second longer
And you succumb wholeheartedly.
It sometimes sneaks up uninvited
Like a stealthy summer cold.
You kid yourself it’s just pollen
That makes eyes and nose run:
The ache you feel is just overwork,
The heat in your veins merely
A reflection of the searing sun
And the shivers that shake you
Are geese parading over your grave.
But as the symptoms grow
So too does the unwelcome news
That there is nothing you can do
And it must run its true course.
Sometimes you recover, wake
To find the signs have vanished
Much like the glistening morning dew
As the sun warms the new day.
A faint uneasy memory remains
And you bless your luck at escaping,
Getting off so lightly this time.
Other times you toss and turn,
Boil and burn for years on end,
Find no relief, no end, no cure.
You get used to it finally,
Grow to enjoy the constant fever.
You won’t die of this disease,
But at times you might wish to.
Falling in love is much like falling ill,
But it is part of someone’s plan.
It’s timing is never our own,
And what we learn from it
Is both its gift and its curse.