Sound-Injected And Love-Infected Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I have been sound injected,
and then, —love-infected;
afflicted and affected…
by the incandescent emotions in your voice;
by a delirious, dreamy Madness,
which abruptly abandoned me to Reality.

Then I looked at Reality again:
And I laughed in her face! —
What does she know of Love? —
Unless it is Madness? !
She looked at me with her dull,
weary, and apathetic eyes: —
And she thought I was mad!

How could she know? —
She is too tired with living!
But I, —I have known, and felt
the eruption of this volcano
inside my heart!
I have been burnt, and this lava overflowed,
and spread beyond my lover:
surrounding the entire humanity
with its burning affection for humankind;

Dripping a drop of its essence
in each person I have encountered:
sharing the elixir of salvation,
moulding in forms of kindness,
joy, empathy, and compassion:
Contaminating all with
the infection of love.