Well love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself you have no power over yourself you can't even think straight.
Love has features which pierce all hearts he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings he comes quickly and flies away the same.
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I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
