Masters of love will choose: they are tortured by love
or they torture—love is the torturing game.
Torturing is close to love, but isn’t quite the same.
Young and beautiful, the torturers are in command.
But to be tortured is the only way to be in love.
The torturers always understand.
What did I know when I loved?
What did the universe know when it moved?
Is it true? The universe knows what moves
but not what loves?