Love is fire that burns without seeing
Luiz Vaz de Camões
Love is a fire that burns without being seen,
it is a wound that hurts, and does not feel;
is a discontented contentment,
it is pain that unravels without hurting.
It is not wanting more than wanting well;
it is a solitary walk among us;
it is never content to be content;
it is a care that you gain from 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?
Luís Vaz de Camões. Complete works. Lisbon: Sá da Costa, 1971.
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