Love is made in ill design
It beats the heart and rapes the mind
It shifts my thoughts to crueler shapes
Stabs my heart to tears of hate
My nightly wishes of love first felt
Become the curse with which I’m dealt
Existing scars on flesh and mind
A moment’s peace I cannot find
I drift and dream through each dark day
Wishing for what lovers may
In loves small cage, the fitting tight
Tormenting thoughts and stifled fight
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