For I have loved you as a man insane,
Sound reason lost amidst a crazed desire;
A single-mindedness past praise or shame,
Raw brazen lust consuming like a fire.
I close my eyes and all I see is you,
Your voice calls to me in the still of night;
Your countenance adorns both sun and moon,
Your smile alone still blinding in sweet light.
So drawn, I yet still fear your loving touch,
And in asylum I do love afar;
For love like this is clear a burdened trust—
My essence crushed, should such a love bear scorn.
Still in my mind, I lavish you with care,
My love remains—a dream of glad despair.

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