Beyond The Point Of Insanity Poem by Mark Heathcote

No one loves me as much as you do.
Beyond the point of insanity,
It's odd, how love, becomes one snowshoe?
Quietly - padding in the lobby,

Whilst the others treading quicksand.
It's hard finding that perfect - balance
My dear but let us not over-expand
Each coin does two sides in abeyance.

It's, 'worth its value', they can't be split.
But it can be put into two accounts,
Find interest without, gaining credit.
So, dear let us explore and surmount.

Those summits our peak our small troughs
'But not always saddled together'.
For that would make much heavy weather!
Lead us both sinking shoeless in chilly standoffs.