I profess, in you I see much to love! But this is not enough, you’re fearfulness shakes me up inside. Where love is pure yours is amuck!
There’s something there that shouldn’t be. What is it? Huh, do tell me dear –in your speech, you profess to me:
–‘Love I see! Is the most important thing. And to spread this gift, the only thing.
I stand above these sharks, who would hurt and follow –and my heart is weak, from anything too shallow.’
But dear, what is love? For doesn’t nature show the cruelest touch? A mother bird pushes her darlings from the nest –and die they might, but so they must fly!
‘It’s interesting you should say! But still I see kindliness –and is this not what we should all aspire to? Polite and curt?
There’s nothing worse than a man who makes a huge fuss –over what? Nothing! And they speak bad words, backstab, and hurt.
Isn’t it better, if we lived without hurt?’
But did you not just –fuss over this man? And did you just not betray, your hate for his kind?
Where is your love for him? That I should ask –because it seems that your love, is not as far as I thought.
‘No, you have me wrong! I only mean to say –that this is a part. In person I’d never, say any of these words.’
Your actions betray your self-contained world! That you should speak these words to me –behind the backs of these sorts of men.
And even worse that in person, you’d never let them know of your honest thoughts.
‘But do you mean to say that I’m petty too? I can’t see how that could be true! I’ve done nothing wrong –I’ve only said words.’
But precisely this –you’ve never done good. You’ve never accepted fear –you run from it too quickly to see what it’s trying to say. And if you did, you’d act –and follow a different path of pain.
But instead you hide, in love’s warm domain –and in its name you excuse yourself, from doing anything great.