Love is a beautiful thing, but also can lead to sadness, i think it is one of the great mysteries that make life worth living
I will leave a poem (English translation from the Portuguese version) from a poet from my country about love :)
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?
Luís Vaz de Camões
Love is a beautiful thing, but also can lead to sadness, i think it is one of the great mysteries th
I agree, love is indeed one of the greatest mysteries, one that can make life worth living. Thank you for sharing the poem with me, it really is a beautiful one. "It's staying loyal to your killer", I love that part because it is how it feels most of the time.
When you can and have the opportunity, can you send me a note with the poem in Portuguese? Also, my thanks for the favorite.
I agree, love is indeed one of the greatest mysteries, one that can make life worth living. Thank yo
