I will wear your love as a wreath. I will cherish your love as a beautiful adornment. Water agitated among the rushes. Love has had a deaf way of its own since the days of the ancestors. A person who is very much in love often does not heed counsel.
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.