A Type of Madness

Experience has taught me that
The world is dark and menacing;
I would not have it so:
No – not for you —

The safe place that I’d build for you
Is full of love and comfort:
And there is little that
I would not do

To shield you and protect you; nay
To block you from the world:
But this can never be, for
You are free

For love, a type of madness, tries
To reshape what is real:
To give the shifting world

But here, in moments frail and warm,
Our passion is affection:
And all the clamor, strife,
And all the storm

Are only locked out for awhile;
For time has its direction,
And that the precious fades is
Just the norm

But now, this moment’s texture is
A thing of light caressing:
And what I can’t protect,
I can hold close —

As, limited in language,
I experience the blessing
That is a fate we all must

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