Love is a fire that burns unseen,a wound that aches yet isnt 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.Its being enslaved of your own free will;its counting your defeat a victory;its staying loyal to your killer.But if its so self-contradictory,how can Love, when Love chooses,bring human hearts into sympathy?