英语，关于爱的小故事

《My Love, a Fervent Fever》

My love is a fervent fever, always yearning for more.

It nurtures the disease, feeding on what preserves the illness.

An uncertain, sickly appetite to please.

My rational mind, the doctor to my love,

Angry that its prescriptions are not followed, has left me.

In desperation, I reject the healing balm of reason.

Desire is death, an exception to the prescribed medicine.

Beyond the reach of cure, my mind remains unwavering in its obsession.

No reason can ever diminish the care that consumes me.

I am forevermore unrested, mad with abandon.

My thoughts and discourse are as wild as those of madmen,

Expressing in vain truths that are lost at random.

I have praised you for your beauty and thought you bright,

But you are as black as hell, as dark as night.

My love for you is like a fever that ravages the soul,

A relentless passion that cannot be denied or restrained.

It feeds on the illusion that you are perfect,

Despite the harsh reality that you are far from it.

In my mad pursuit of love, I have lost sight of truth.

I have spoken words of adoration that were not sincere,

Blind to the darkness that shrouds your true self.

My love is a sickness that will never be cured,

A fever that consumes me, leaving me hopeless and lost.

Yet, in the midst of this madness, I still find myself longing for you,

My love a persistent flame, even in the midst of despair.