“Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that aches yet isn’t felt, an always discontent contentment, a pain that rages without hurting, a longing for nothing but to long, a loneliness in the midst of people, a never feeling pleased when pleased, a passion that gains when lost in thought. It’s being enslaved of your own free will; it’s counting your defeat a victory; it’s staying loyal to your killer. But if it’s so self-contradictory, how can Love, when Love chooses, bring human hearts into sympathy?” LovePainPoetryWound Book:Sonetos de Camões Source: Sonetos de Camões
“Times change, as do our wills, What we are - is ever changing; All the world is made of change, And forever attaining new qualities.” PoetryTimeChangeWill Book:Sonetos de Camões Source: Sonetos de Camões