Love is Madness
Alas! Love, a storm untamed, wild in its grace,
A fire that burns, leaving not a trace.
Madness whispers, “Dive, don’t think twice,”
And in my heart, logic pays the price.
As a poet, I weave worlds with trembling hands,
Where the lunatic roams and fragile truth strands.
Can you save the lover yet spare the poet?
Or is my madness the beauty that shows it?
Each tear, a verse, each sigh, a song,
In this chaos, both poet and lunatic belong.
For love and art, the heart must break,
From madness’ depths, true beauty we make.
– S. J.