Robert Graves on Love
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“Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.”
“New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.”
“Lovers to-day and for all time Preserve the meaning of my rhyme: Love is not kindly nor yet grim But does to you as you to him.”
“Then all you lovers have good heed Vex not young Love in word or deed: Love never leaves an unpaid debt, He will not pardon nor forget.”