The rational one can be almost deranged

Grief  and love are linked by velvet chains
Imagination  does not desire change
When love’s killed, its ghost will haunt  and maim

In our wanderings in our mind’s domains
The furnishings are gently rearranged
Ire and love are linked by uncoiled chains

The mind itself will change the human brain
The man most strong may be the man insane
When love dies, its shadow  still remains

The hate of loss  is like the mark of Cain
The rational one can be at once deranged
Grief  and love are linked by  velvet chains

What is lost will  heal in its due time
Murderous “love”   comes from the most estranged
When love’s killed its  ghost will  cause  us pain

Suffering most acute  stabs  every place
Chronic losses cause this pale strained face
Grief  and love are linked by sacred chains
When love’s killed, its ghost will haunt  to maim