Insane, Insane!


As if my eyes were, by you, colour-dyed,

Because now looking straight at that blank sky,

All I see is the colour of your eyes.

There! there comes also the shape of them,

Clearly in round, so brightly as they shine.

Good god! Tell me if I am colour-blind.


Oh! How that same sky changes again as I blink,

The colour of all suddenly turns to pink.

Also I feel that my heart has two wings,

Flying cloud high — what is this all about? I bethink.

Insane, insane! No, I must be insane!

Suggested soundtrack: I Only Have Eyes for You by The Flamingos