Sense loses itself in desire.
Man burns on passion’s pyre.
Love’s heat inflames,
Befuddles his brains.
Come the cooling rain,
He feels only shame,
Yet will return again,
To joy and pain
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K Morris - Poet 
This is so true!
Thanks for your comment. I did wonder whether the title should read “A Certain Kind Of Love” rather than the present one. Kevin