Poe's First Love

Woe, unto this heart of men This mortal soul, I fear is weak I question God, is this sin? Bold I was, now humbled and meek Forsaken by the breath of life My lungs betray my need to breathe My heart is pierced by an unseen knife A foe, my mind cannot perceive My dreams held captive by enchanted smiles My hunger, a thing of the past My sleep now stolen by wicked trials A torment, that's unsurpassed What curse is this that leaves me maim, And renders my body weak? Does this demon have a name, That paints my future bleak? Alas, this wound will never heal It festers within a crippled soul 'Tis love that's robbed me of my will For I no longer have control