There’s a madness called love
Found in friends and among lovers
The wiles of desire to want
Even more to be wanted

And often true that we feel
So attracted to fatale’s
The kind you like
But lead to no good

There is a madness called like
Some you like just like that
Sometimes it goes both ways
At times one remains in the cold

And so it goes we think about them
And often wonder if they feel so too
The desire to rhyme and chime alike
The synchronised symphony of desire

There’s a madness called love
Chasing tails we never catch
Holding hopes that might never be
But for all it’s worth and trouble
Sleepless nights and aching pains
We would rather be mad than never love

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