She said she thought

That for our love to work

Like times in her past

That love should hurt

But the pain of love,

Of real true love,

Is a pleasurable pain

Like midnight walks in summer rain

‘Tis a pain of longing,

Of an aching heart

That rends and twists

When two are apart.

This, I say, is the pain of love –

Not that from which tears

And sorrow and anger arise

But a love so deep, ‘twould last for years