It starts as something light and feathery.
No heavy, suffocating matter.
Something light and curious.

But then, over time it becomes stronger,
heavier, hard, hot, painful, suffocating.
So strong that it takes your breath away.

So horrifyingly magnificent,
that it causes you to cry out in shock.
It becomes dense and dark.

It becomes passionate.

The thing slowly killing you,
is a disease that many suffer through;
this Death is harsh, ugly and cruel in
many ways as it is soft, beautiful and caring.

It is a Death, a disease, called,

Love.