My Love Is Like A Fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

Longing still

For that which longer nurses the disease

My love is like a fever

Longing still

For that which longer nurses the disease

My love is like a fever

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill

The uncertain sickly appetite to please

My love is like a fever

Past cure I am

Past care

And frantic-mad with evermore unrest

My thoughts as madmen’s are

Desire is death

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever

My love is like a fever