A bed of roses & their thorns

Shakespeare and Oxymorons
William Shakespeare loved to play with words. In A Midsummer Night's Dream Theseus speaks these oxymoronic words (Act V, Scene I):

"A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
And his love Thisby; very tragical mirth.'
Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
That is hot ice and wondrous strange snow."

Is not love like this...painfully and ironically oxymoronic. Drives people insane with or without. Crazed lovers and their muted passive lovees. Lolita is one such lovely example. Torrid...awful...yet vaguely beautiful.

Why why must it always be so duplicit. Can't it just be simple and sweet? But what is passion without lust? Or love without passion for that matter...maybe the oxymorons just emphasize the impact that such feelings have on one's sensory, the state of confusion, the magic cosmic effect that blurs the lines and lead to such dualities. So it hurts so bad and aches so deliciously that one can feel delirious at the end of such a blessed encounter.

I'm but a dastardly soul in a black prism.