The Madness Prize

I have only met you last night.......but my desire blew radiant fire as I looked at your flowery eyes
Darling, if you could search my wanting eyes
Then no more will I tell of lies
that sorrowful moment of our eyes meeting......truly lost with blindness
My dear, if only you'd adhere to my foolish but harmless games
I am but a jester...a buffoon....in the sight of your precious eyes
Now I must run...I must flee and win...for the madness prize