Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
A bell is no bell ''til you ring it,
A song is no song ''til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
Til you give it away.
Love hurts when you break up with some one.
Hurts even more when someone breaks up with you
But love hurts the most
when the person, you love has no idea how you feel.
