The stars screamed in envy,
the sky, blinded by binding, unwinding affection.
We were all that went on,
all that the shuddering, speechless earth could entertain,
and as the mountains met the scowl of the stars,
they smiled through manic tears.
I’m mad about you,
but they are unhinged in their adoration.
There is magic and madness in the air,
mystical, mythical meaning to every word that you speak,
and each graze of our lips.
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