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Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,
A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought.
It is to be willingly imprisoned;
To serve who wins, the winner,
To have loyalty to the one who kills us.
But how may its favors cause
Friendship in the human heart,
If exactly the opposite is really Love ?
Luís de Camões
(that's the best translation I could find, not easy...)
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,
A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought.
It is to be willingly imprisoned;
To serve who wins, the winner,
To have loyalty to the one who kills us.
But how may its favors cause
Friendship in the human heart,
If exactly the opposite is really Love ?
Luís de Camões
(that's the best translation I could find, not easy...)
The days of the Walking Dead Posters ...are gone. 
We moved to DnD Sanctuary.
We moved to DnD Sanctuary.Originally posted by rjhowie:
where is the part where you where graced by frenchy female attention?Ah, L'amour the glue of life. Having been in Paris as a young man in the springtime and walked along the Seine bank and sampled the ooh-la-la, mmmhh.
there is a pleasure sure in being mad which none but the mad man knows -Dante
Originally posted by johnogaziechi:
where is the part where you where graced by frenchy female attention?
No where, he's dreaming...
The days of the Walking Dead Posters ...are gone. We moved to DnD Sanctuary.
We moved to DnD Sanctuary.