The Possession of Love
Can love be latched and hidden?A trickling tear will proclaim it loud. The unloving belong only to themselves, But the loving belong to others to their very bones. They say it is to know the union with love That the soul takes union with the body. Love begets desire: and that begets The priceless excellence called friendship. The excellence of worldly happiness, they say, Is attained by those leading a loving life. Love supports virtue alone', say the fools.It supports vice as well. As the blazing sun dries up a boneless worm, So does virtue scorch a loveless being. The life of a loveless soul is a sapless tree In a barren desert failing to shoot. Of what avail is body frame - the external, To those who lack love - the internal? The throb of life is love.Without it, Humans are bodies of bones clad with skin.