My Love is apoplectic, raging still
For it burns passionate as Supernova
Exquisite emotion overflows and spills
Even after first enchantment is over
The love of you took me to physician
For prescriptions to soothe my malady
Upon my mind, the weight of contrition
I try to summon soothing lullaby
I think to Love may be a curse
To those who grow attached
Instead of reaching Heaven
The needy soul is wretched
    In poxy hell, I dwindle, scream
    Disabused of Love's bright dream