Love is a madness
For which there is no cure
No escape, no release
Of that you can be sure
Love is a passion
Of pleasure and pain
Of light and darkness
Sacred and profane
Love is sharp like a knife
Cutting like a razor's edge
Into your heart and soul
It is Love's privilege
Love is hot and fevered
A burning white-hot flame
That consumes you totally
That is Love's only aim
Love is an opiate
It intoxicates and charms
It subtly lures and entices you
Into its waiting arms.
12/23/85