Love's cruel hand, a torment deep,
Leaves the heart to weep,
Sense and reason cease to keep,
Only the beloved's gaze, the soul does sweep.
Love's cruel hand, a torment grand,
A sickness born, across the land.
When love descends, a malady it weaves,
A sorcery that none believes,
Colored by love's vibrant leaves,
When beauty's veil the heart receives.
When peace departs, and sleep is lost,
The heart takes flight, whatever the cost.
Love's cruel hand, a torment grand,
An arrow struck, the heart ablaze,
A lover's plight in endless haze,
A serpent's bite, in myriad ways,
Where poison turns to sunlit days.
The heart is lost, in silent quest,
Seeking the beloved's blessed breast,
In such a state, no other knows.
Love's cruel hand, the arrow goes,
A lover's plight, an endless maze.
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