Manic Poem by Nathaniel Graves

But the Manic continued
And he continued well,
As there was no regard;
For the Manic continued.

There was no disregard,
For what the Manic stood for,
He hesitated nothing of,
But something for.

“I love you, ” she said.
'Do not fret, my dove, '
The Manic replied,
Bearing nothing of,
But absolutely for.

“I love you, ” she said.
'Do not kill, thy love, '
The Manic sighed,
Sharing nothing of,
But ultimately for.

“I love you, ” she said,
“Continue, my love, ”
She equally said,
Caring nothing of
But exactly for...

“Exactly, ” she replied,
“For you are nothing for,
But nothing of.
Hindrance bliss –
Disregard the regard –
For you are nothing of
And neither for.”

But the Manic continued
And he continued well,
As there was no regard;
For the Manic continued.

-3/30/2010-