Love need not be immediately sprung
By willing eyes on an unwary heart;
Nor is the virtue of an honest tongue
Contained in giving an aggressive start
To sudden-born affection. Love is not
Only the quick boil of desire
That gives off steam as soon as it is hot,
But also - and indeed, is more - the fire
That slowly roasts beneath the logs unseen
Heating by radiation all around
Until the wood is kindled, though still green
And all consumed before the spark is found.
Love is a heat that grows from little coals
And must - and shall - be fed with loving souls.
No comments:
Post a Comment