Love is a fire that burns without being seen,

It wound that hurts and does not feel;
It is an unhappy contentment;
It's pain without hurting.

It's not a want more than good will;
It is a solitary walk among us;
It is never content himself with joy;
It is a look that is best to get lost.


You will want to be arrested;
You serve who wins, the winner;
It kills us to have someone loyalty.

But how can cause your favor
Friendship in human hearts,
If so contrary to itself is the same love?