An Ode to Mad Love

Strange is a thing called love
And strange are the ways we act in love

I wear thousand fools' heads
when i look at you
If soul is wit then i lose my soul
when i look at you

I pity those who have never seen you
And i envy those who've felt your beauty

Like a mad believer
I will worship you
Even in death and decay

Even when everything will be in flames
And not a single man sane
I will never call it the good times' end
As long as you're still here

The Helen to my Paris
The Psyche to my Cupid

To you, I give my all

My Aphrodite of Milos