Merriment is gone, let those laughs be still,
is love a fever or a deadly chill?
The burning fire and the numbing freeze
mete out the symptoms of this dread disease;
insomnia, confusion, a sudden rash
there is no consensus how long they last.
The doctors' probing with his rubber glove,
there is no cure when you are ill with love.
You know the disease well, Captain! Love carries a two-edged sword and wields it with a vengeance- - sweet memories on one side and painful regrets on the other. But we all dive back in hoping for the thrill of the fire! !
Captain this is a nice love poem.. Love chills better not to cure, it's a good experience
Thank you Rini. I guess one can always throw on an overcoat, until of course, the fever spikes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Susan, the doctor is in. However, the waiting room appears extremely crowded. Thanks for the comment.