Love is fire that burns without see

Love is fire that burns without see,
it´s wounded that aches, and no felt;
it´s a contentment discontents
it´s pain that renders crazy without aching.

It´s a not to want more than to want well
it´s a solitary walk between us
it´s never content itself of contented
it´s a take care that wins without in if losing

It´s want be imprisoned for will
it´s will serve to who is successful, the winner
it´s to have with who bush us, loyalty.

But how cause can your favor
in the human friendly hearts,
if so contrary itself it´s the same Love?

                            Luís de Camões