A bliss in proof and proved abyss
Is love a very curse.
In blame, in shame, in mad pursuit
That?s where the matter turns
To pluck you back extreme and strange
That?s how I want you now.
Before, a dream, behind, a dream
Between these dreams we drown
(verses)
My love, is as a fever longing
A desire stronger growing
Like a sick disease that eats me
And maybe, given reason?s all but left me
Frantic mad with mind unable
I will write you in a sonnet
Saying, love me, if you don?t believe me, hate me
Irritate and castigate the signs of crimes that flicker in my eyes
Then maybe you?ll escape me.
This time, no triumphant prize awaits me,
Gentle cheater proudly pushing coldest conscience right before my eyes
In whose shadow love burns.
Blackness, fouling fair with nature seeming,
A nameless, formless, sweetless, gormless enemy of time
That?s where desire takes me.
But what is desire? A joy proposed, a dream remembered.
Before: the longing, behind: the longing,
Will you be with me forever.