Drunk with you

Immersed in peril
by your presence,
I can not get out of you,
and it’s worse than just a hangover,
impossible to get the intoxication
out of my head,
but it just goes rolling on,
like some merry-go-round out of order
that can never more be stopped
but has to ride forever
at an ever increasing speed.
So let it just go on,
and let me love you in my drunkenness,
that folly being at least entertaining
and at best amusing,
if with some mixed feelings within me,
at least with compliments to you.