She's in obsessive love,
as if stressing that were so important,
too ugly, hidden away from the light
of what is right
and what the world whispers in your ears.
Madness? Not so, never so,
and I can think him a fool
for judging too quick,
for not seeing that
her love is true and bright-
and burning out.
Am I so?
I lose myself, lost my mind,
somewhere the gaps between
reality and dreams,
death and love,
visions and what is right
before my eyes.
But-
but I can see, and never have
I seen this sight before, so high above,
with churchbells ringing, and forget
what is was like, before you.
(anyhow, they are all fools, except for you and I.)
