Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Love is a smoke,

"Love is a smoke"

Love is a smoke,
made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged,
a fire sparkling in lovers eyes.
Being vexed,
a sea nourished with lovers tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,
a choking gall and
a preserving sweet.
(William Shakespeare)