The loud ones proclaim it all around.
The rowdy ones claim it all abound.
The greedy ones snatch it like a hound.
It’s the quiet ones,
The silent ones,
Who seep into your heart,
Creeping through every barrier,
And set up shop,
Before you even catch a whiff.
And then, my dear, you’re in love.
Whether you like it or not.
Careful of the quiet ones, I say.