Spun Into Extravagant Joy

…is a simple thing fully understood by no human of any time. It is the third need of the body: water, food and love. It arrives when it wishes and departs unpredictably. Love is both an affliction and a blessing; pleasure and pain spun into extravagant joy.

Pablo Neruda, Sonnet 12, translated by Stephen Tapscott
Oh, love is
a journey with
water and stars,
with drowning air
and storms of flour;
love is
a clash of lightnings,
two bodies subdued
by one honey.