that festering, infected, growth on your heart that,
right now,
seems small and innocent and peaceful
but give it time
it will grow
increasing in size and power until you can’t deny it; like genghis khan knocking on the door of those pompous, Abbasid emperors of a thousand years ago
then you’ve lost you can’t fight it you don’t even want too you just want to love, to hug, to caress, to kiss,