Love is a fire that burns unseen, a wound that hurts but is not felt; it is a discontented contentment, a pain that maddens without hurting. It is a not wanting more than wanting; it is walking alone among people; it is never being content with contentment; it is a caring that gains by losing itself. It is wanting to remain willingly imprisoned; it is serving the one who conquers, the victor; it is having loyalty to the one who kills us. But how can its favor cause friendship in human hearts, if Love itself is so contrary to itself? - Luís Vaz de Camões #Camming