Love, the so called love! The strongest loves, those which are exalted, those that move us, are they always benefic? Think, read, think a little bit more and then reply to yourself.
Some sorts of love are so strong, so strong, so strong that they grow little by little inside you like a poison ivy, when you realize you are no longer breathing, no longer eating, doing nothing, you only vegetate, all because of this love that poisons you piece by piece. This love is so deep, it has dominated you so much that not even the death will finish it. So only though the imbecility you lose the track about who you are, that you exist, consequently the love goes towards the end.