Mad Love

Since I saw her, it is as though
I’ve somehow met my own shadow.
A recognition absolute.
Determination resolute,
all hid behind my cool ‘hello’.

I knew at once I had to know
who gave me this sweet vertigo,
why this mad love had taken root
since I saw her.

I know from mistakes long ago
I really ought to let it go
but Adam, in his birthday suit,
will always crave forbidden fruit
so I’ve been playing Romeo
since I saw her.