Love is a fire that burns unseen,an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,
a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
It�s being enslaved of your own free will;
it�s counting your defeat a victory;
it�s staying loyal to your killer.
But if it�s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?
L.Vaz de Cam�es
� Translation: 2006, Richard Zenith
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