Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fr
ay was here? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! serious vanity! Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! 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? Who Says This?
It is the desperate choir of a man in love that knows he is not loved back, it means love is all things except what it is supposed to be, love is black and white, and neither of those.
A ~ Dialogue. <span>Ex, The fault in our starts had most dialogue pertaining to the characters which helped John Green the writer tell their story, it flowed a lot smoother then reading a silent story. </span>
