the phrases you thought
were representations of love, are
in actuality, stalker speech

maintain the madness
scrape away reason

do as you like it

(it is love which dissects your mind
love that holds on to the hand of the blind
love that flows out from the speakers and asks
us to gather, in communion
love that courses through the veins, its color

isn't it beautiful

and charged, dizzy, spellbound with it, of it,
we marched upon clouds)

isn't it terrible