This love

This love. I am infected with. I am injected with.
This love. It has the aroma of fresh rain.
Depth of the sea. Face of the morning sky.

People say the way I live and act is not normal any more.

I tell them I drank a glass of red wine diluted with four spoons of light,
two spoons of laughter and three spoons of love.
How can I be the same again?