The images were made to stand out
The poetry was made to be read aloud
The wine was to be sipped on, slowly
and You my dear, you were to listen
to the details of everything said
everything painted
because you were the reason for her
madness bliss

within the pages
There the art hung
There the words were placed so beautifully
The ideas were &BYOND;
The gaze into your eyes mattered the most
The connection within the words and images
Were by nature
Where it mostly started
The reason why I kept going
because the madness bliss.

The Madness bliss . . .
—It was Everything!—