Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the
Blotting out reason.
Symptoms of true
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;
Are omens and nightmares -Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:
For a touch of her
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.
Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such
At any hand but hers?
