Love Is A Madness, Love Is A Fevered Dream, A White Soul Lost In A Field Of Scarlet Flowers, Love Is A Search For The Lost, The Ever Vanishing Gleam Of Wings, Desires And Sorrows And Haunted Hours. Will The Look Return To Your Eyes, The Warmth To Your Hand? Love Is A Doubt, An Ache, Love Is A Writhing Fear. Love Is A Potion Drunk When The Ship Puts Out From Land, Rudderless, Sails At Full, And With None To Steer. The End Is A Shattered Lamp, A Drunken Seraph Asleep, The Upturned Face Of The Drowned On A Barren Beach. The Glare Of Noon Is O'Er Us, We Are Ashamed To Weep, The Beginning And End Of Love Are Devoid Of Speech.