Love is such

Is this what they say true love is?

Sweet madness of all madnesses?

Yes, I a blessed curse befell

of which all swollen hearts can tell

In short, a bittersweet regime

Wherein ecstatic captives beam

All but beloved is consumed

At least a while one’s pride entombed

No soul would envy this their plight

Of restless day and sleepless night

Though zeal grows dull and eyes lose fire

Hearts may ne’er of loving tire.

Oh, folk say, “Why, you love so much!

But that is love and love is such”

If this is love, then love is pain.

May God help those who love in vain.


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