A mighty pain to love it is
And ’tis a pain that pain to miss
But of all the pains, the greatest pain
It is to love but love in vain-Abraham Cowley-
I don’t know how many people can relate to those simple verses. A million perhaps? A billion?
Not that I’m feeling particularly enamored with anyone or anything.
Actually, what happened was this: We’re moving to another, significantly downgraded, office space (cue violent reaction). I was arranging my stuff when i saw a post-it scribbled with these lines. It’s probably from a year or two ago.
I don’t know what made me write it down back then, but I find these lines simple and direct to the point. Also, it rhymes. I’m keeping it here for archiving.