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Love is a madness destroying your will,
It subsumes your mind and renders you ill,
It takes all your reason and leaves you with pain
How can I trust her? Again and again
But the madness is total, you haven’t a chance
Endlessly swirling in your new romance
She asks, “Does he love me?” We’re not in control
Best behaviour is called for, you’re now on parole
The romance is a dance and a chance to stay mad
As a March hare in spring, but at times you are sad
When the hopes and the dreams, of anticipation
Are dashed on the rocks, in this latest relation
If the one you have trusted, to meet you for dinner
Sends a message to say, that their madness is dimmer
By far than the brightness which blinded their reason
You’re a March hare whose found it’s no longer your season
Your stride is less bouncy and appetite waning
Your head hangs much lower, your spirit is draining
What a fool you have been, for all of your giving
Not loved anymore, should you be forgiving?
But look at yourself as you wallow in sorrow
Was it love that you felt, or is truth hard to swallow?
You say that you loved and expected the same
But before you get mad, may I mention a name?
He spoke long ago, of ‘true love’ to us all
You’d do well to remember the words of Saint Paul

Dear Byron,

I appreciate so much the way you examine things, going down and further down beneath our social and personal layerings, seeking the real truth, even if for only oneself. However, haven't so many of us had to re-evaluate what was really going on there in that [would-be] relationship?

~Lizzytysh

Spot on Liz. Nail on the head. The kernel of the truth. And what exactly is the truth? I remember a quote from a book, which I think was 'Wild Swans,' by Jung Chang. It may not be from that book, but it was one I was reading around that same time. Anyway, I think the quote was 'There are eighteen versions of the truth and they are all valid'. We could all go daft if we tried getting our heads round that one when confronted with a choice.
No wonder people get confused in relationships. We don't know our own truths most of the time, let alone anybody else'e. I prefer to take the advice of a lecturer (who I couldn't stand as a matter of fact) which was to let your mind indulge itself in some transcendental meandering every once in a while. I think he meant it did us good to daydream when struggling with a question which was proving particularly difficult to answer. If you look hard enough and then settle down to rest for a while, the answer will come and find you. This all seems a bit too deep and introspective at the moment, and another part of me which is also considering the 'Truth,' is whispering in my ear "Bollocks to Byron." Best regards. Byron

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

- Bob Dylan (Things Have Changed)

A heavy burden lifted from my soul
I learned that love
was out of my control

Barbara