Intemperate

"Love is a choice," he said demurely,
and offered his devotion.
"I'm a persistent lover," he smiled,
beaming with simple emotion.

"Don't be silly!" she laughed to the wind,
"It's a disease, we all recover.
It's a stallion sniffing the mountain air
and choices are fences to leap over."

"Still," he said, "I will love you forever,"
and caught a fatal dose of passion.
The wild horse battered his house
and scattered his possessions.