Is this sweet madness I feel?
Or is it love in my heart?
Could it be my mind is gone?
This feeling can only be real.
Perhaps the sun is brighter,
And the grass more green.
The colors are vivid,
and my head feels lighter.
The smell in the air is heady,
A perfume I don't recognise.
The birds sing now solely for me.
For this feeling I hardly was ready.
Is it sweet madness?
Or am I dreaming again?
Is the feeling real?
Am I free of sadness?
Of pain and sorrow,
Of tears that I've cried?
Am I free from loneliness
And will I still be tomorrow?