In the frenzy of my madness I forgot everyone, but your memory was such that it could never be forgotten.
In the overwhelming fever of passion, the poet loses all awareness of the world, forgetting every bond and even his own self. Yet, amid this total inner surrender, the beloved's memory remains an unyielding anchor that refuses to fade. It is a tender reflection on love's paradox: madness may wipe clean the entire universe, but the presence of the beloved is etched so deep that not even insanity can erase it.
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