Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using

Love is not a volunteer thing.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love is only one of many passions.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.