WHAT IS THE MEDICENE OF LOVE?

My heart is paining,
Its pleasure not swear,
The world I see yest,
I don't want nor desired,
It is God's grace,
To get this test,
I ask my friends,
What medicene of love,
Tell me to carry hoe,
And sword on the shoulder,
I go to dig medicene,
To treat my heart,
My lif is grain,
Death is nearest,
I need from you my friends,
Tell me medicene,
Which tree I go dig,
To treat my heart,
I'm so sick of love,
I feel confused,
I'm like a mad,
The medicene I want,
Not to dismiss her,
Or to made her mad,
Such as I don't,
I want the medicene,
Which brough her on my hand,
And to keep me in her heart,
It will made her to love me,
And me to treat her,
Like a beautiful angel,
If it's that medicene,
Let me know it,
Show me its tree,
Even if it is far,
I shall go to find it,
Tell me my friends,
What the medicene of love?