Love's Lunacy

Mad I am, with disease untenable,
falling in love with you this spring.
What will I lose to gain the world,
My heart, my soul, my everything?

A blight of the brain it has to be,
Nothing rational could explain;
My nightly courtship through the
Streets to alleviate the pain.

Pain, it is true, from the tips of my toes
To the top of my brain, I think
of you; myself alone with thoughts
wondrous and bizarre, holy and rank.

So I must move to reason, abandoning
Rhyme, to find the cool middle and drain
My disease and shed my addiction to
To the spell you have wove so neatly.

Are you a witch or a fairy to have
Ensnared me so shrewdly like a
Cat who plays with a squirrel?
Bring me carefully to your grotto,

When there, treat me kindly,
For crazy with heart have I become.
My mind is not my own, I am
Vulnerable, too vulnerable to love’s touch.

So you must heal me, keep me whole,
Show me love as I have shown you,
But do not lose your grasp of reason,
Or both of us shall be committed.