Learn the rhymes of my heart,
the measure to which no breadth or height compares,
words which speak nonsense.
Do not analyze,
do not try to comprehend —
love is not math: definite, precise.
float away in the raging madness,
a river who knows nothing but passion.
Be naked from reason
encapsulated in nothing but your senses;
unrated love, pure at earth’s birth.
Allow me to be free,
love unjudged, in shades of gray;
existence in itself — pure insanity.