Fleeting Madness
“Amor brevis furore est”
That day I thought my
heart would burst
The blood boiling in my
veins
A sickness at my stomach
Butterflies within
Every time I looked at you
Your eyelids flickering in
the dazzling sun
Your lips parted in a
gentle smile
Of mockery
And perhaps some pleasure
Reckless in my words
Hot and hasty, unthinking
Desperate to please, to
promise anything
Urgent pleadings,
passionate
Almost painful
Burning and breathless
Frightened lest you should
turn away
I see it now
As a fleeting illness
Lasting but a little time
From which the fever
passed its crisis
Symptoms resolved over
many seasons
The heat now long
dissipated
Calmer feelings restored
Cooler emotions to the
fore
That messy madness gone
Replaced by a fine and
clear indifference
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2016
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