The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. The lover is always alone. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion.
Love is like musk.
It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade. When the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. Love wills that this Word be brought forth.