The poem
Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.
Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns;
Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign:
For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look.
Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers?
Your poem is great and it is true in it's entirety...