Unsound Bipolar Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

My love is like a lucid, lofty rose:
How many a dark recess it scents and lights,
And too restores some long forgotten rites;
My rose upon the lovely smiles bestows.
My love is like some horrid, lowly throes:
How many a flame it sends the frozen nights,
And too in vain the needy hearts excites;
My throes are but a storm that throbs with woes.
I thought for quite a while I was insane;
I hold within both heaven—Oh! —and hell,
And when I did my best to break the spell:
It hit me, why, my very last caprice:
'tis fully fine to pleasure feel and pain,
If I embrace them both and be at peace!