Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Hereโs what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your loverโs eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? Itโs a wise form of madness. Itโs a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
William Shakespeare