From you, I have tasted the heady brew of love and freedom;
what else can anyone possibly woo me with?
A distant mirage of happiness does not appeal to someone who does not seek.
I am drunk in love, my mouth sickened of sweetness.
You have turned my blood into wine, I am not in my senses.
Look at my madness; I am your mad woman in rapture.
Lay your palm upon my chest.
The storm you feel is but a single breath.