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”
Speaking of madness, the heart is made from vintage earrings, which I must confess to have an obsession for. I must have over 100 pairs, and only two ears, this must be a madness most divine!