The Reason Behind my Lunacy & Poetry: LOVE
O, Love what have you done to me?
My days and nights are filled with glee.
The clouds of somber no longer plea,
To taint my heart with highest degree.
I've loved before but not like this.
To see the beauty and know bliss,
Of one's heart and true love's kiss.
That genuine feeling you cannot dismiss.
You start to see in such a different hue.
No longer the pale sight, anguish and ague.
The brain is perplexed, it has no clue.
Of why it feeds with the thoughts of you.