Me, Myself and Insanity

What is wrong and what is right,
Is it wrong that my mind wonders to you at night,
Is it wrong that I awake with a smile,
Is it wrong that at the mere thought of you, my heart races a mile,
If it is so, then why does it feel so right,
Gloomy days seem to beam so bright,
The cold no longer pricks,
The clock no longer ticks,
The heat no longer burns,
My heart no longer yearns,
Reality seems distant,
My fantasies are so persistent,
My mind dreams, my heart breathes, my hopes soar,
Life it is seems is opening a new door,
Something that I did not know I had,
For this is something I had never bothered nor cared,
Now my life is this force,
My destiny has a new course,
Doubt enshrouds me,
I wonder what is to be,
A path so vague,
But my heart is filled with this oh so delightful plague,
One that breathes a soul into this life,
One that makes my senses rife,
Sorrow is but a distant memory,
Pain, I set thee free,
For joy has its place,
I see beauty, elegance and grace,
I walk no further to seek my dreams,
For I have now been blessed,
Or so it seems…