At times love throws off all restraint, it surges forth with such power and sets the heart beating so fast and furious that it feels wounded through and through, and those wounds are constantly reopened, each day more searing and painful than the last.  The veins seem to open, the blood to run out, the marrow to wither.  Bones crack, the chest explodes, the throat is parched.  One's face and limbs burn inwardly with the sovereign rage of love.  Sometimes it is as though an arrow were passing through the heart and into the throat, causing loss of consciousness; at other times it is like a fire that consumes everything in its vicinity.  Such is the violence to which the soul is subjected, such is the effect on it of unrestrained and pitiless love, which wants and devours all things.