Poemas Românticos

Love is a fire that burns without being seen;
It wound that hurts and does not feel;
It's an unhappy happiness;
It's pain without hurting.

It's not a want more than good will;
It's a lonely walk between us;
It is never content himself with joy;
It's a look at what is gained is lost.

You will want to be arrested for
It is serving the winner who wins,
It kills us to have someone loyalty.

But how can cause your favor
In human hearts friendship;
If so contrary to itself is the same love?
Luís de Camões