Amour... This incurable Doleful Malady...
Spreading Deep into my Veins...

Setting up the most beautiful Tragedy...
Making me irresistible to my strains...

there's a proverb about this Reality...
You oughta suffer, if you're seeking Joy...

though I am welcoming this lethal Agony...
with all its beauties, with all its Annoys...

...

this Sickness with no Remedy...
Left me at your hands, the only Healing...

might be an unaware act of insanity...
loving this Despondent feeling...

like an open scar it burns, but it burns lovelily...
Makes me look insane loving this Woe...

but I'm having you as the Solace of my Malady...
Though I am sure Relief will soon Glow...