Love is a rush
but to what end of fools rushing to fall in love? Hearts to be pacing in the presence of your love; still there are those running to break another heart.

Breaking and entering,—
all those stolen heart's to never fall in love again. Conversations of us just being friends; putting up these walls of defence. Oh how maddening it is, to know there's no ****** for your heart, to defend yourself from love sickness. It is wicked, as all our crushes can leave us in pieces.

Still a love in pieces, can build you high towers of towering over love,
or cowering over love.