This love is an affliction of the mind,
With fever burning hotter than a flame;
Hallucinations through my thoughts unwind
Conspiring with obsession, fierce, untamed.
Your visage haunts me every day and night;
Your lithe form, pure vexation in my dreams;
A smile that sears me with ethereal light—
Yet seraph touches cooler than moonbeams.
Selena—when at last will you be mine?
When will these arms enfold you close and true?
Will all my prayers be answered in due time
And will I mend at last in love with you?
Sweet madness does my heart and soul immure;
For you—my dread disease, and yet my cure.

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