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About the madness of love. |
| Mad I am, with disease untenable, falling in love with you this spring. What will I lose to gain the world, My heart, my soul, my everything? A blight of the brain it has to be, Nothing rational could explain; My nightly courtship through the Streets to alleviate the pain. Pain, it is true, from the tips of my toes To the top of my brain, I think of you; myself alone with thoughts wondrous and bizarre, holy and rank. So I must move to reason, abandoning Rhyme, to find the cool middle and drain My disease and shed my addiction to To the spell you have wove so neatly. Are you a witch or a fairy to have Ensnared me so shrewdly like a Cat who plays with a squirrel? Bring me carefully to your grotto, When there, treat me kindly, For crazy with heart have I become. My mind is not my own, I am Vulnerable, too vulnerable to love’s touch. So you must heal me, keep me whole, Show me love as I have shown you, But do not lose your grasp of reason, Or both of us shall be committed. |