If I can only have you in a dream
Then have I will, in spite of sanity.
For even if things won’t be as they seem,
I’ll still have your love, sham as it may be.
In the world beyond my skull we’ll die
But in my skull our passion never wanes.
Imagination keeps desire nigh
And conj’rings of the mind are sweeter pains.
Yet madness voluntary’s madness still;
And conj’rings though desired aren’t true.
For madness oft drives righteousness to kill
And afterward bids blameless men to rue.
If only you would love me like you could
Then maybe I could love you like I should.
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