Fires

Fires run through my body --
the pain of loving you.
Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you.
Sickness wanders my body with my love for you.
Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you.
Consumed by fire with my love for you.
I remember what you said to me.
I am thinking of your love for me.
I am torn by your love for me.
Pain and more pain.
Where are you going with my love?
I'm told you will go from here.
I am told you will leave me here.
My body is numb with grief.
Remember what I've said, my love.
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.

-anonymous Kwakiutl Indian poem

Heard this in a video suggested by a friend in which Helen Fisher talks about her scientific ideas on love based on brain reactions. - Harshad