How mad am I in your love,
None, none but God knows it,
How mad am I in your love?
The world seems to be a photograph of yours
And you standing before me,
I portraying you
And you sitting as an art-model before me
To sketch, paint and portray.
How mad am I in your love,
How mad am I after you
That keep I thinking about you all the time,
Fail I to forget you?
Only my heart, only my heart knows it,
How much do I love you, love you,
Darling?
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