Love is a disease, that truly has no cure

Even when excised, it leaves lingering symptoms

Like inflammation of the heart, fever and melancholia

It’s parasitical effects still feed on the flesh, bones and mind

No humour can alleviate it; it even strengthens black bile

Only a journey through thyself will ease the spirit

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