Mar 16, 2006 17:53
Love is a universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
blotting out reason.
Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
laggard dawns;
Are omens and nightmares-
listening for a knock,
waiting for a sign:
For a touch of her fingers in a darkened room,
for a searching look.
Take courage, lover.
Could you endure such pain at any hand but hers?