Through love, thorns becomes roses
Through love, dregs taste like pure wine
Through love, reverse of fortune seems good fortune
Through love pains are as healing balms
Through love the Devil becomes a Houri
Through love ghouls turn to angels
Through love, sickness is health
Through love, wrath is as mercy
Through love, a prison seems a love bower
Without love a grate full of ashes seems a garden
Through love the stake becomes a throne
Through love burning fire is pleasing light
Through love gried is as joy
That is LOVE
However much we describe and explain love
When we fall in love we are ashamed of our words
Explaination by the tongue makes most things clear
But love unexplained is clearer
When pen hasted to write
On reaching the subject of love it split in twain
When the discourse touched on the matter of love
Pen was broken and paper torn
In explaining it reasons stick fast, as an ass in mire!
Naught but love itself can explain love and lovers
