Sonnet 147

Love makes people do stupid, crazy things. When it isn’t really love, and actually an obsession, it can be like a disease, because no matter how bad for you that you know it is, you will always return for more because the short elated feeling it gives you seems to be worth the suffering that accompanies it later. Love can also make you blind as to someone’s faults, you may think that they are the most perfect faultless person in the world, but in truth they are the lowest person in the world, but once you think otherwise it is too late, because you had a chance to have that feeling before you realized what you got yourself into. It is almost like a drug, and you can’t control the way you yearn for it even when you know it is slowly killing you.