Acception

Is it okay if I ask you one more time? Is it just my senses, Or are we falling? Insanity is not just a state of mind, It's a sense of being, And my melted strings handle it well. Love is a metaphor for acception; Accept things for what they are, And you may feel the mordant power Of the Maiden in Her virgin spring, For She loves madly! Saddle the beast of Hope. Does he throw you to the hot, red dirt? Does he kill you? He has killed me more than once. Acrid sensuality has no place in this doughty soul! I am not a fool to love insomuch as the daisy loves her needed sun, But again, I only fool myself, For it is I and I alone Who has learned to accept even the most unacceptable.