No return

I have loved to the point of madness

No return that which is called madness

That which to me is the only sensible

Way to love 

I've gained my fame from being a fool

I've gained my fame from being a loon

Love for the joy of loving 

And not for the offerings of someone

Else's heart

And the day will come, my darling

When the risk to remain tight in a bud

Was more painful than the risk to bloom

I knew it from the start

Had I not created my whole world

I would have certainly died in other people's. Art is eternal for it reveals the inner landscape which is the soul of man.

That with prayer is a sight...

Is a wise word...

Like a prayer

And the light!