Madness, Passion, Love

A poem about the optimism of love.

Madness, Passion, Love

Love is a madness like no other,

With unhurried strokes, like mother

Caressing newborn, while they

Wrap around the thinly neck and

Squeeze with human tenderness.

All the while it screamed and cried

But these gentle hands ‘not be pried,

And into swallowing darkness is

Lost the creature. For love is a plea,

Not for passion, but for blindness.

Still, rest in the moon’s soothing slope,

And with twisted fingers hope.

Author's Note

Another one.