A Lover's Death
A Lover's Death
Your fate is sealed.
Love is light,
a lifting of the heart
and of the spirit
until it binds
my heavy soul
in a contract
called commitment.
How can I lament
the deals I've made
while drunk and dancing?
It's likely,
without experiencing
a taste of the real thing,
I'd never have glimpsed,
my own humble likeness
in the countenance
of God.
My fate is sealed.
I'll die a lover's death.
The lover knows much more
about absolute good and universal beauty
than any logician or theologian,
unless the latter, too, be lovers in disguise.
~ George Santayana
