Love is...

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that hurts yet isn't felt,
an always discontent contentment,
pain that ranges witthout hurting,

a longing for nothing but too long,
loneliness in the midst of people,
never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.

It's freely wanting to be enslaved;
it's counting your defeat a victory;
it's staying loyal to your killer.

But if so self-contraditory,
how canLove, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?

This is what Camões, our greatest poet, thought and said about Love.
Translated by Richard Zenith Albert Memorial is Queen Victoria's love!