Please do not mind my madness; it comes and goes in fits
With little thought of kindness to my hurried, slurring wit.
But if I said 'I love you,' in formulaic prose and posed
Simple answered questions: yes, or no
Moaned silent in the night on lips ruby, cheeks white,
And meter tight; would you return in grace
Your honest heart’s rebuttal or
A gilded, stoney face.