. indubitably .
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Being purged a fire sparkling in lovers eyes,
being vexed a sea nourished with lovers tears, What is it else?
A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving
sweet.
― William Shakespeare- Romeo and Juliet.
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