Man is a slave of love. Not so is the love of a mature person. Love is like the slippery moss on the sand of Mahamoku. Love is a disease that does not even spare the chiefs. Love is like an eel, the creature that dwells in the sea cavern.
Love makes one restless in the mind, like the writhing of an eel.
Make passionate love and take possession. Win the game and take the prize. A coverlet companion. Said of a person with whom one is having an affair. One can enjoy a canoe ride when the paddler is skilled.