The asylum seeker

Is it madness?
To be in love with a girl,
Who can never be mine.

Is it madness?
To be in love with a girl,
Who floats 339 kilometres away.

Is it a folly?
To be in love with a girl,
Who has given her heart to another.

Is it lunacy?
To try and share my meagre slice of life,
With some one whose life is so different.
So beautiful. So bitter. So different.

This madness cannot persist,
And has to be nipped at the bud.
Alas, that it happens to be my heart.
This lonely heart which can never taste your bliss.

Commit me to an asylum,
dear one.
Fit in me a straitjacket,
little one.

Grant me a place where I can do no harm,
In the deep recesses of your warm heart.