Love is a fire that burns unseen

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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?