What cruel things love can do to one's mind. It can torture a soul that has only yearned for that love, only to never find it. Taunting that same soul, laughing at it knowing that the soul will never claim rights to owning love. Such power love has, but does not know how to use it. It can drive a man to self mutilation, creating doors leading outside for his soul to escape from the torturous fate his shell holds. It can make him crazy, burning for a passion that is as cold as ice. Although freezing, when the man gets close to feeling this love, love only burns him and leaves him scarred from his attempt. With great fervor the man gives himself up to the power of love, only wishing to just smell it, not taste for the fear he will burn his tongue on the hot licks of fire that love produces. Amazing how love can make a man so cautious, thinking through all of the steps for fear of being hurt or defaced. But alas, the man who fears love, is already three parts dead. "Dost thou love me?" exclaims love, the man answers back; "Yes, thou art as beautiful as a rose" "Then why art thou so cautious?" rebuttals love, "I announced that thou art a rose, and one must be cautious of the thorns upon that rose for they are sharp and poisonous" The man who peers upon love in this fashion, sees clearly, don't be afraid, just cautious. For a cautious fire breather is not so easily burnt by the flames, but when he is, the wounds heal quickly for he has saw this unfortunate event coming, so the flames merely singed his flesh.
