(251) Works Of Love IV
Love Seeks Not Its Own
Language of Possession
Language is inadequate
To express love's full condition
It seems all words are predicate
In the assumption of possession
Yours and mine are not just words
But present signs of separation
When they speak, what can be heard
It is a semblance of domination
We can barely express self-renunciation
Without invoking what is mine
And when I speak in admiration
Is it something of yours I find?
Friendship and love erotic
May be generous, but still they own
In these terms, they are quixotic
They can't enter this love unknown
Love achieves its highest blessedness
When true lovers possess not their spirit
The abject poverty of their selflessness
Beyond language and its material limits
Self-renunciation brings us close to heaven
Liberates us from the worries of having
No longer would we feel even slightly driven
Or for anything feel some craving
The true lovers seek not their own
Have surrendered all sense of exchange
In this light, love's truth is well known
For for them all life has changed