A Kind of Love, Some Say

Is it true the ribs can tell The kick of a beast from a Lover's fist? The bruised Bones recorded well The sudden shock, the Hard impact. Then swollen lids, Sorry eyes, spoke not Of lost romance, but hurt. Hate often is confused. Its Limits are in zones beyond itself. And Sadists will not learn that Love, by nature, exacts a pain Unequalled on the rack.