|The stray glue doesn't look as bad in real life. Honest|
(It means: I hate and I love. Why do I do this, perhaps you ask. I don't know, but I feel it happen, and I am tortured. It is by Catullus and I do think it pretty much says all you ever need to in a love poem, and if western society had just left it at that, we could have done away with great swathes of Shakespeare and probably quite a few of the Metaphysicals. Never mind though, nobody ever listens to my fantastic ideas about literary utility).