There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
– Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Falling in love is such a celebrated joy
I don’t know why it makes me so coy.
Yes, it always carries abundance of madness along
And all this madness is quite strong.
Every breath, look, touch or sensation
Narrates infinite stories of one affection.
I don’t know why one falls in love at all
I’ve always soared higher as much as I recall.
With every possible inch of nearness
I’ve driven to a higher source of calmness.
With every touch of the skin or the soul
My life has found some power and control.
With every look of his eyes at me
I understand who I am, I start knowing me.
With every breath that we can share
I breathe quite deeper I swear.
Yes, it’s true that love is blind
But I’m sure it’s very kind.
Whether it gives pleasure or pain
Whether we lose in it or we gain.
There is a great sense of reasonable security
When someone becomes just yours without any authority.
Love might just be an emotion
Might just be a drop in the ocean.
Nonetheless it’s been a blessing really wise
Whether it’s a surprise or disguise.