She burns like the sun
Beautiful when she comes undone
No restraints
Pure passion flowing through her veins
Madness refusing to be tamed.

My soul
must reach
into the clouds
and touch
the beauty
of madness.

The amount of her madness
depends on the amount of her love.
If she is crazy, frantic, insane with you,
then simply stated . . .
She is in love with you.

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

There is a beast
within my heart.
She plays immaculately
with the beauty in my soul.

I'm a tad insane, but I promise you won't forget me.