Dear lover do not even think
I do not know what you think,
This is madness that you see
Because madness was always within me.
You wouldn’t perhaps decipher
You may even wonder
At such incoherence language of mine
That I describe this love towards thine.
Yes incoherence is the word
For the state of my world
Madden-ed by a fractured past
Of stories with bitter endings at last.
Did I tell your serene face reminds me stories?
Stories that have become memories
Created through winter and summer nights
Both in darkness and daylight.
Your beaming eyes might lie
And your words beguile
Thus bringing madness upon me
That I did not meanwhile see.
Love is madness dear lover
Whether you are rich or poor doesn’t matter
Because it wreaks apart fear
Naked bodies shed barrier
But it is not love my dear
If you give up when intoxication falters
Didn’t I declare already?
It is not just about the body.
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