Static.

There's a lot of static in love, the white noise that contains the rebels , and the bandits of a flame
 

In a dominating stand point, where  madness is to blame,
 

The electric pulses of desire, in the light of loves accord, 

the current admiration, pronunciations we applude,

 

Only to tell and there proclaim , such love is madness and to blame, 

for those whom love to that extreme, or further extend when thou is sane, 
 

would there for prove to love as crazy
 

The Trajectories of a heart or brain.