This rapidly ascending chaos spreads.
The house of cards I have built will collapse
No equilibrium, No balance, None
Can be reached between life’s play and passion
True, be what you say, but only in part
The balance has always been there, waiting
For one with the courage and wisdom to
Seek it out and call it by name: True Love!
Not this love that common bards chirp about
So blithely that like minds think them all wise
You speak of love, as though it lives and breathes
As real as the stars, the trees, and the leaves
I can’t argue that what I feel is real
But every breath that Love makes me steal
Is less a pleasure and more a burden
Than those that a free man would come to feel
There are diff’rent types of Love, and not all
Require a fall, some are climbs, some are dives
Love of work, love of joy, love of sadness
Love of greatness! Love of ev’rything good
These are not things to be discussed lightly.
Let me think on these matters for a while.
Indeed friend, take your time. I look forward
To our next meeting. Ponder you these thoughts.