Follie Au Deux

I am mad about you You have caused windstorms that inhabit my mind I can not discern truth from lies because to do so would make me sober It is in the telling of the wine and my drunken heart I do not possess the presence of mind and find it laborious to be present You have done this You are a love thief and i am a mere begger I have chosen madness over reason I am enslaved and a willing devote