Love is a disease, that truly has no cure
Even when excised, it leaves lingering symptoms
Like inflammation of the heart, fever and melancholia
It’s parasitical effects still feed on the flesh, bones and mind
No humour can alleviate it; it even strengthens black bile
Only a journey through thyself will ease the spirit
The poem may be found here: https://downerwrites.wordpress.com/2016/04/23/disease/
