My heart is broken like your arm (after Shakespeare - sort of)

 
You are so cruel, yet are you as wise?
Please do not try my patience with your loathing
for my pain will be etched
with sorrow’s expression.
Under my love for you, I have learnt not to love
by your teaching: as sickness
is coveted by other virtues of health
from doctors financially influenced diagnoses.
If I fall insane with despair
I might speak badly of you in my madness.
This sick world has allied evil.
Madmen, by mad-ears, are believed:
in the hope that I may not be such
& be dissuaded of your touch,
my eyes stare straight,
yet this staunch heart, steers wide.