Library:Madness of Love

This poem by Amaranthus is part of the anthology.

Madness of Love
by Amaranthus :''Like morning mist Your foot, it kissed A rug that loved it not How close, but far Above you are Oh, how I am distraught That ankle dear The heel it bears Those playful, peachy toes I want to reach And love them each To lull my longing throes  No, please don't go, Sir Dom, my woe I cannot wait 'til night And lie forlorn On wicked stone Until new dreams take flight  Yet finally, Again I see Your grace, I almost moan But Dom, I keel This can't be real! Your feet are not alone! You crook, you cheat, You charlatan! You're making a mistake! She has to go, I'll make it so That wench is but a fake! I'm not obsessed It's to the best Cause I'm the one to wed So change your will I'll watch you still From underneath your bed ''