Madness Made Real
Love is no more than
Madness made real
A sapping of one’s sanity
A voyage into inanity
Of perception of things
That don’t truly exist
It’s a state of bliss
It’s real…we insist!
But it’s no more than emotion
Set into motion
As fleeting and fickle
As breath upon glass
It’s a wonderful thing
When the heart takes wing…
But one should remember
That This most mystical thing
...Is no more than madness made real!...
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