Love’s Nature: A Dialogue
She said, “Love is a flower,
Fresh and lovely for a while,
And in a while, no more.”
I said, “When a flower wilts,
It gives birth to many more.”
She said, “Love is a fire,
Burns a lover and then dies.”
I said, “When a flower is lighted,
It lights up and warms the world.”
She said, “Love is a dream,
When we wake up, it all seems
Like the pain’s intensified.”
I said, “Life is but a dream,
When one wakes up, love is there
To entrap you in its wiles.”
She said, “Love is a scourge,
One gets blinded, sees no more.”
I said, “Eyes aware of God,
To the world, are without sight.”
She said, “Love is hot as hell,
Lovers burn within it, cry.”
I said, “Hell is ever welcome,
For it cleanses one of sin.”
She said, Love is like the darkness,
Which benights us and destroys.”
I said, “Darkness is a boon,
For it hides the dirty world.”
She said, “Oh dear beloved!
Would to God, your mind were mine.”
I said, “Innocent darling!
Let me sacrifice it all for you!”
