V Think abt it.
Sing abt it,
Dream abt it
&
Loose Sleepi Worrying abt It
Whn V dnt knw V hve
it, V search for it .
Whn V discover it, V dnt
knw wh8 to do wis it .
Whn V hve it, V fear
loosing it.
Its d constant source
of pleasure & pain
But
V dnt knw whch it''ll b
from one moment to d
next.
Its a Short Word,
Easy to Spell,
Difficult to Define
&
IMPOSSIBLE to Live
without ... (:
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
