My Madness

What's it like to love someone with a tenacity you never knew you possessed? A fervour you once thoughtlessly categorised as weak willed? What's it like to be depended upon? To be responsible for? To own? To be part of? What's it like to pick up pieces from your past like a discarded jigsaw puzzle? To revisit them for good measure? What’s it like to be possessed by this madness of love?

And to realise that you have more than you could have ever imagined? More than you deserve?

Today’s unearthing of a mind much at peace, and very much in love, brings up not words, but sonnets…

In love I have weakened, and am rapidly bound,

In affairs close at hand, no longer profound:

Matters of the heart - of which I know none,

Battles I'd once victored, now aptly unwon.

Of a passion once possessed, swiftly undone.

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And yet, I remain grateful still, for this madness known as love.