Love is fire that burns without seeing
Luís Vaz de Camões
Love is fire that burns without being seen;
It is a wound that hurts, and does not feel;
It is discontented contentment;
It is pain that unravels without hurting.
It is not wanting more than wanting well;
It is a lonely walk among people;
It is never content to be content;
It is a care that you gain in losing yourself.
It is wanting to be bound by will;
It is to serve those who win, the winner;
Have someone kill us, loyalty.
But how can cause your favor
In human hearts friendship,
If so contrary to itself is the same love?