Thursday, October 24, 2013

Poem a Day 24

'Love'

True love is that which makes the virtues shine.
As this is so, then no true love is mine.
It does not make me seek the juster part,
nor rein in passions raging in the heart,
nor gives the strength on which the good relies,
nor sharpens thought to make my head more wise.
It makes me not rise up to be divine,
endure for truth, or take the Good as mine.
Then what can be the good of such a thing,
that makes me want to lesser living cling?

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