Love is a disconcerting headache,
A dazzling visual hallucination
Blurring out reason.
Symptoms of genuine love
Are French anorexie and jalousie,
Désirs d'embrasser;
Are hunches and torments -
Waiting for her cell phone text,
Waiting for a portentous sign:
For a brush of her hand
In a warm muted room,
For her tender gaze.
I can endure any hurt
By any hand, but hers?
Love on the edge of audacity!
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