No other thoughts but desire and fear,
To sacrifice sanity and common sense,
I gain warmth and passion.
Dare I take the risk? Smooth and gentle do I walk in the grey,
Calm and still, all makes sense.
Safe and secure I live. Her perfume drives away the humdrum of the day.
One road leads to agony and bliss,
The other, halls of grey and what could have been.
Sweet and sour my choice is clear.
Security and simplicity are washed away.
Her smile brings joy as I gaze upon the day.
The bane of common sense the enemy of simplicity,
The grey, burned away as if by a blaze,
Filling my thoughts, I am no longer capable of simplest of tasks.
She fills my senses; I am unable to breath, sweet bane of man.
She stands triumphant, wreathed in her beauty and gentle heart,
The grey road comes to an end with my mental stability.
To walk in insanity is my choice, for how else can it be described, when a man is in love?
As it was, so will it always remain, the sweet, sweet bane called love.