The mad lovers epithet...

The mad lovers epithet...

Whimsical you are my friend cause you know not if your heart bleeds,

When your love nurtures under your eye, and in her bosom... Love for else breeds

And the tree of life that you are a part of... Withers in the cold autumn air

Yet i salute your calm perseverence... As love hasn't anything to show more fair...

When you the bereaved by the fire.... Stand till it burns on yours love's pyre...

And no lotion, no potion, no chant of strength... Can whisper to her what you meant

And you shall be the best man soon... When she turns bride under august moon..

And you wish better t'was when you loved her not... Cause love's like a flame... Burns when its hot

(written in 1999)