***Fire runs through my body with the pain of loving you Pain runs through my body with the fires of my love for you Sickness wanders my body with my love for you Pain like a boil about to burst with my love for you Consumed by the fire with my love for you I remember what you said to me I am thinking of your love for me I am torn by your love for me Pain and more pain Where are you going with my love? I am told you will go from here I am told you will leave me here My body is numb with grief Remember what i have said, my love Good bye, my love, good bye. This poem, recited by an anonymous Kwakuitl Indian of Southern Alaska to a missionary in 1896, captures the excruciating pain of lost love. This poem is often recited by Helen Fisher, an expert on Romantic Love, in her talks. © Copyright: Олись Лапковский, 2019.
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