There is no difference in the state of love from beginning to end; it starts with burning passion and restlessness, and it concludes with the very same burning and torment.
The poet captures the relentless nature of love, observing that time brings no cooling or relief to a lover's heart. The burning ache, inner fever, and restless torment that mark the very first steps of romance remain exactly the same until the very end. In love, there is no gentle middle ground—it begins in fire, and it consummates in that very same flame.
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