Not a box of chocolates or a fancy card. I give you bindweed. It is a killer encased in green innocent fronds. It promises a careful, close watch. Like a new mother's love here. It will suffocate you with adoration. Like a hangman's noose. It will make you a depressing, unsocial recluse. I am trying to be truthful. Not a teddy bear or kiss on the cheek. I give you bindweed. It will hang on strong and faithful as long as I do, as long as you do. Take it. Its coiled circles can be a diamond ring if you like, growing. It will leave roses behind.
Leave you behind.