How Crazy Is Crazy In Love?

How mad is madly in love, How am I to know?
Is it the way he looks at her, And only her ... And how a world of billions or a company of five others cease to bother him anymore.
Or the way he knows exactly how she would move her hands to keep up with what she is saying, To fill the voids in between, when she falls short of words.
Or the way he sighs when she flies past him, or the way he curses under his breath when many a men fancy her .
Is it as insane as he sounds when he describes how she widens her eyes in amazement, with just the right amount of sparkle to leave him with no words at all?
Is it not mundane, to be a lazy lover and nothing else.
Is it not wild to know someone so well, to take their wishes as his very own . And to go to any extent to make sure she sleeps with a smile every lonely night.

How crazy is crazy in love, This is all I know.
It's not love if you let her go.