To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Love is a fire that burns unseen,
A wound that aches yet isn't felt,
An always discontent contentment,
A pain that rages without hurting,</p>A longing for nothing but to long,
A loneliness in the midst of people,
A never feeling pleased when pleased,
A passion that gains when lost in thought. It's being enslaved of your own free will;
It's counting your defeat a victory;
It's staying loyal to your killer. But if it's so self-contradictory,
How can Love, when Love chooses,
Bring human hearts into sympathy?

Love is a burnin' thing And it makes a fiery ring Bound by wild desire I fell into a ring of fire <p> I fell into a burnin' ring of fire I went down, down, down And the flames went higher And it burns, burns, burns The ring of fire, the ring of fire

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

The fire of Love cooks me

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

Hate is love on fire, set out to burn like a flare on the side of the road. It says, stop here. Something terrible has happened. Envy is like, the skin you're in burns. And the salve is someone else's skin.

Peoples are made of hate and of love, and more of hate than love. But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything.

wildfire our love was like a wildfire it blazed and blazed and took down everything in its path but eventually every flame must go out

Love is something so ugly that the human race would die out if lovers could see what they were doing

Lovers feel a certain burning in their hearts. A deep longing and desire to meet with the beloved creates that burning. To love God is bound to create a very great fire in you. You will be on fire because you have chosen as your love object something impossible. You will have to weep and cry, and you will have to pray, and you will have to fast, and your mind has to continuously repeat and remember the beloved.

Love has made me a fool;
It set me on fire and watched as I floundered,
Unable to speak
Except to cry out and wait for your answer.
But you come around in your time,
Speaking of fabulous places.
Create an oasis;
Dries up as soon as you're gone.
You leave me here burning
In this desert without you.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.