What is this 'love' we seem to seek so often?

Why crave, want, long for something bound to
creep into your veins, infiltrate your body,
rip into your organs, devour your flesh,
alienate your mind, and sicken the heart?

An enlargement, irregularities of beating air,
Dysphonic voice, scared, hurling nervous,
Cold finger tips, shaking, unable to move,
Iris distended, seeing only one thing at a time,
Only objects of fixation, of infatuation, of attraction.

Why would we ever want this diagnosis?
The subject that plagues organized minds to mutate
into disarray, incoherency, passionate stupidity.

Why desire the strangest affliction ever known?
Why be strange and desire, long, want, crave the uknown?

Why ask why.
Why, why.

Is it to burn?
To rupture into flames?
To bind tinder and spark incendiaries?
To destroy? To create?
Or...to simply burn?

Why do we seek this 'love' so often?

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lupar, in the year 918 AF.