How strange it is, this madness I feel
How I long to make it last
But it must be gone from me
Like a euphoric dream,
It carries me and intoxicates my
Being, sweet madness is what I feel.
Alive I have been, to live I have not
Till this estranging touch of this
The colours feel brighter,
The mountains like hills,
This neurological waft of this
Enslaving drug I feel in my heart
Whenever you're close.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem