ROMEO :

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake—it's everything except what it is!


That truly for me, sums up the essence of love. It is so extremely terribly infinitely complicated, confusing that it is everything except what it is! Sounds confusing, sounds illogicial?! That is how love sounds like. Try to think about it but can't fathom it?! That is what love is about. Love has no true form. The more you think about it, the more confused you get. For it is not a thing to think about, it is a feeling to feel about.

Romeo: (Modern Version)

What's sad is that love is supposed to be blind, but it can still make you do whatever it wants.

O brawling love! O loving hate! Love that comes from nothing! Sad happiness! Serious foolishness! Beautiful things muddled together into an ugly mess! Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake—it's everything except what it is! This is the love I feel, though no one loves me back. Are you laughing?

ROMEO:
	Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,
	Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!
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	Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,
	O anything of nothing first created!
	O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
	Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms!
170	Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,
	Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!
	This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
	Dost thou not laugh?