Oh, love of woman, you are known to be <br />A passion sent to plague the hearts of men; <br />For every one you bring felicity <br />Bringing rebuffs and wretchedness to ten. <br />I have been oft where human life sold cheap <br />And seen men's brains spilled out about their ears <br />And yet that never cost me any sleep; <br />I lived untroubled and I shed no tears. <br />Fools prate how war is an atrocious thing; <br />I always knew that nothing it implied <br />Equalled the agony of suffering <br />Of him who loves and loves unsatisfied. <br />War is a refuge to a heart like this; <br />Love only tells it what true torture is.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-08-4/
