Crazylove

He calls me crazy.
He calls me his love.
He calls me crazy in love.
I often daydream.
My eyes are glazed,
But so focused,
They can see through reality,
To the desires within.
My eyelids close over charcoal irises,
Like curtains falling to the stage.
But with the closing of the show,
I’m allowed to freely explore,
Backstage.
No more,
Of you pretending to be what I want you to be,
And me pretending to be what you want me to be.
That’s crazylove.
You never being you,
And me never being me.
But our love is exciting.
Revitalizing.
Our love is the definition,
Of rejuvenation.
Constantly we serve
To energize
One another’s lives.
That’s crazy in love.
I look into your eyes,
The windows to your aesthetic soul.
I call you crazy.
I call you my love.
What we have,
Isn’t crazylove.
We are in love with each other,
Now that my darling,
Is crazy.