Unexpected Signals

The signs are clear: my doctor's wife surmised
I've had a large subcortical infarct.
These unexpected signals, unremarked,
Unchallenged, hearty but unrecognized,
Could open wounds already cauterized.
There was that hound, the one who never barked,
The tinfoil in the microwave that sparked,
And other places I've economized.

Who says love's greatest epoch has passed by?
My heart is open, and my eyes are clear,
I've overcome the ringing in my ear
By thinking of a rainbow and a lie,
And every girl is beautiful. You'll cry
When I explain. I, too, have shed a tear.