Who is not fond of you, nor to this extent, I have fallen ill in that very thought.

This powerful couplet captures the depth and intensity of true love. The poet acknowledges that while many might admire the beloved, their affection is superficial or moderate. For him, the love is a physical ailment; merely thinking about the beloved is enough to make him sick. It speaks to a devotion that transcends mere emotion, making the beloved's mere existence a consuming force.