The Shelter of Amour

I have looked into the eyes of oblivion 

And seen the darkness that resides 

With comfort it festers and radiates   

It spreads like a flu and I have caught it's bug 

Cold with shivers and I sneezed 

Like others around me do, with spread 

Spreading it's disease, it's chest infection 

That fevers the heart, requiring to be contained 

To avoid the spread of contamination  

That grows strong with dispense  

Signs lie in the redness of the eye, the nose 

I cough, as though my soul begs to be let out 

Out of this cage of suffer 

With no antidote of manufacture

To cure it's ravage hold

Nothing but the smoothing of love 

Hot cocoa, hot lemonade, with honey  

Of the most beautiful flower's nectar, nursing   

I have caught a bug in need of cure 

Before my soul exile my encasement 

And die without the shelter of amour