Pulsing through the forums is a madness,
an affliction of soul caused by a bite.
It's symptom is wallowing in sadness,
though it's side effect is heart-felt delight.
The democratic diease that is here,
affects everyone both male and female.
Sappy insanity so cavalier,
scatters all thoughts like a covey of quail.
The bug that caused this is quite voracious,
exquisitely it's bite pierces your skin.
It's instinct for that bite is rapacious,
the first sign you've been bitten is a grin.
I don't want anyone to be alarmed,
but the bug learned to breed all on it's own.
In moments it's mystic venom has charmed,
caution to the wind is completely thrown.
I know of three the Love Bug has bitten,
including myself as one of the three.
The bite does have us completely smitten,
each with his own particular Lady.
All know my monniker is DreamEvil,
as well everyone knows who is my choice.
My chivalric honor is medieval,
so I announce my Lady is ~one voice~.
Another one bitten is Christopher,
who for a certain Lady does yearn.
The bite has caused his beloved prose to blur,
for his Lady, poetry he does learn.
The third to suffer it's bite is Michael,
for poetFemmeFatale his darkness lifts.
Thus begins the Love Bug's breeding cycle,
against the bite's pain lie all of it's gifts.
Beware all poets of the Love Bug's bite,
for the Bug pursues you all with fervor.
It's effects are misery and delight,
even to the casual observer.
From the Love Bug's bite no one is exempt,
nor can they choose to bow out in disgrace.
For those that try the Love Bug feels contempt,
for they have lost Love's romantic embrace.
Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.