PAinting of Madness

Your routes were calling my name.
Your passion, your sweat,
Your shady lanes, your happy children,
Your slanders, your knowledge,
Your sins, your addresses,
Your falls;
I see it all in your eyes,
A painting of madness.
A story of a city once existed in your heart.
I used to be apprehended, my princess.
Love was a conception you conceived,
And I'm just a passing lover in a crowded city.