• Silent, deadly, it creeps into our hearts

    Its dark tendrils slinking until they find and meet their mark

    Its single target, the strongest of em all

    The tendrils stick an stab to hold on for the beat and long haul

    It stays with us for hours, weeks, months on end

    Until the day when the vines detach, snap, an bend

    Then all thats left are sweet memories an bitter tears

    That we keep with us all throughout the years

    To remember and think of morning, noon, an night

    So worry not boys an girls, the time'll be here

    When you find that person who is just right

    Have no fear, i guarantee he or she will appear.