Thursday, February 11, 2010


There are no pills
for the fevers and chills,
the aches and the ills
of love.
No poultice, no potion,
no sweet soothing lotion
can calm the commotion
of love.

No medicine
can cure one when
he is or has been
in love.
For once you're a lover
you never recover,
you'll just have to suffer
in love.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

My customary light verse offering for Valentine's Day. I've had better ones, I know.

1 comment:

Bob said...

Customary maybe, but still damn good.