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Robert Graves

Robert Graves

Symptoms of Love

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.
 
Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;
 
Are omens and nightmares —
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:
 
For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.
 
Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

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