Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs, <br />Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, <br />Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. <br />What is it else? A madness most discreet, <br />A choking gall and a preserving sweet.<br /><br />Kees Kees<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/william-shakepeare-sonnet-116-1/
