Winning by Accepting Defeat

Love?

It's a spark that burns, yet cannot be seen!
Such a wound that aches, yet cannot be felt!
Ah, what fortune this, that gives only sorrow!
A torment that never pierces, yet keeps us mad always!

It's such an endless wanting that brings only pain when gained!
It's like walking through crowds... alone... solitary!
It's that very joy which, when it grows, drives away all peace and comfort!
It's nothing but accepting defeat while continuing to win!

The slavery of desire—its chains are called love!
What murders us each moment—waiting to be killed by its hand is called love!
Knowing we'll bleed, yet returning again and again to old wounds—this is called love!
What we can never shelter, yet keep alive through endless indulgence—this is love!