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.