Am I Crazy, To Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself? Look at yourself, Crazy maniac dacing through twilight suns in sunshine colored dresses. And you say I'm the crazy one. Please, don't make me laugh, I am too much annyoid with taught lessons, of life and death and love is a magical thing but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul into the bay of Asia Minor. You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself. I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty, I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened, Who would care about what I have to say? Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty, I melted and you took my sanity away from me, you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster. I love you, and you take me home with you to meet your father and mother, both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you. I am in love with you, your songs you sing, sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight. Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father. He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor, for he acts if he knows what I say to him. I talk of you and marriage, throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns, the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards. The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest. As we grow old, I want to grow old with you Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea seperates us from each other. Do not worry, for I shall come one day in the month of May, your mother's favorite month and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses. We shall walk the streets together hand and hand, and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way to new beginnings in holy mantrimony. Care for me, I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself? Talking to white walls that don't responed with life. I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge. For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity. Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths of mortality and morality and join hands with me, as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales. As we look into each other's eyes I ask you, am I crazy to love you?