To be struck by loves ardour,
Is like being carried to the stars themselves,
Born aloft in a cavalcade of disorientation,
Terrifying and awe inspiring.
The thunderous acceleration,
To set the heart to cacophonous palpation,
The stomach to dropping beneath the floor,
The mind reels as if drunk.
Is there aught that can help,
Beyond surrendering to this madness,
Caught from the smile in a girl's eye,
That seemed only for you?
