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