Moon beam

Dopamine count increased, I am love sick,
At twenty-two I loved every eve, my sick
Monotony, mistaken identity did kick,
Unknown search for an unknown pleasure.
    Moon light is my ink to write love-letters,
    A drum-beat reverberate in my ears,
For I am sick.  Every blank paper I write is sick,
Lucy madam made me sick, Sucy my friend
She too made me sick.  Also my neighbour Rosy.
I sink into the ocean of Valentine dream
The rose merge into my weak heart,
I bleed, my lovers bleed, my death too bleeds,
A rapture is thus born.  A perennial lust.
Intricacies of pleasure pain me just,
Just seeking divergence in my passion.
Then convergence into pointed love.
The sap of rose was blood. Love was blood,
I bled several times into death. 
Soothing moon beam drew melody from me,
Cold, snow-like melody.  Painted white,
Cold hands again started to seek blood,
Melting blood in the blistering bellows.
I could see God there.  Repeated her lips
Benevolent God, now I forget all.