Affection Infection Poem by Dale Mullock

Affection Infection



When I’m feeling down hearted,
you always get my love restarted,
as you’re like the angels above,
forever raining down their love,
and I can feel it soaking my skin,
lifting my wounded spirits within.

My mind is guilty and has a confession,
it’s waiting to be inflicted by your affection,
and it’s so contagious it will spread,
my body and soul now set to full steam ahead,
for they’re infected with your disease,
that leaves my whole being feeling appeased.

You seem to find ways to innovate me,
and have the loving touch to re-motivate me,
for you give me a boost everyday,
with all those sweet things you say,
never before have I seen love advertised,
in the reflection of someone’s eyes.

My heart has a serious incurable infection,
a definite affliction of affection,
that is aimed right at you,
so come and pick up the virus you’re due,
let it take a good grip and hold,
turning your heart in to pure gold.

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