Love is no more than
Madness made real
A sapping of one's sanity
A voyage into inanity
Of perception of things
That don't truly exist
It's a state of bliss
It's real…we insist!
But it's no more than emotion
Set into motion
As fleeting and fickle
As breath upon glass
It's a wonderful thing
When the heart takes wing…
But one should remember
That This most mystical thing
...Is no more than madness made real! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesomeness. I enjoyed your poem.