Madness

Can it be true that this sensation,
This utterly enigmatic state of thought and emotion,
Is actually madness in disguise?
Why is it that every corner I turn,
Every face I see,
Reminds me again,
and again,
and
again...
I am tumbling down the rabbit hole,
With hopes to soon land at your door.
Let your kisses break my fall,
And your caress mend my broken mind,
Which skips like an antique phonograph,
Playing all of our favorite tunes,
again,
and
again,
and again...
Your love is the antidote to this lunacy,

So cure me with your love.