Love is fire that burns without seeing itself; It is a wound that hurts and does not feel; It is discontented contentment; It is a pain that unlocks without hurting. It is one that does not want more than good to want; It's a lonely walk among us; It is never content with contentment; It is a caring that wins in losing itself. It is wanting to be imprisoned by will It is to serve to those who win the winner, It is to have with whom kills us loyalty.But how to cause can your favor In human hearts friendship; If so contrary to itself is the same love?