Dancing in the shadow of my dreams like a lunatic
Everything is so misty, ideas drift my mind
I question too much maybe that's why
Happiness plasters my sad moments
My heart pumps as if it is a drum and my feeling dances
In a hushed tone they sing sweet melodies I hear.
If it is not love what else can it be
Insanity is the outcome of such a feeling
Speeding like a drunkard and my driver love is desperate to see her
The heart is a reservoir and dictates love like Adolf Hitler
Cry no more it sings, for love is ripe
I am blinkered I see nothing else but love
Appear to me in a physical form oh dear love
I bid farewell to desolation for love is a cure
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The bliss of love is like no other, it is a spiritual experience that affects one profoundly. A lovely poem, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. A nice piece indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.