Today, he told me he loved me.

Love, an emotion that makes you feel free.

It caught him by surprise, slowly but surely.

It twisted his will rather obscurely.

That overpowering emotion.

Seeping deep into his bones.

What a rather funny notion!

It crept through his veins.

His rationale, his reasoning, even his mind.

None of it remains.

Love has twisted inside him.

Taking hold of him.

Filling him up to the brim.

He can’t control it.

But it can control him.

So, I do.

I pull out the gun.

It was rather fun!

Load it just right.

Oh it was quite the sight!

My love would commit a murder tonight!

All because of one poison.

Unnoticed, unseen, but felt rather heavy.

But oh, that love!

It hit him like a Chevy.

BAM!

Love.

A funny thing.

Four letters long.

One syllable.

And he felt every single one.

But my fun.

Has just begun.

Inside to out.

I owned him.

Without a doubt.

Because, his love was rather devout.