Limerence

A mild obsession,
the slightest trace of desire.
Fantasies through rose-tinted glasses,
to transpire.

Bursts of euphoria,
undeniable greed.
Caged insensibilities,
fighting to be freed.

Gratuitous hope, buried despair,
a relentless yearning beyond compare.
Then, a change in the wind, a flicker of clarity,
a last chance for redemption, before you rob me of all sanity.