Dimensions of Love

I thought to analyze this basic stuff that is existence...taking love apart, identifying every alias that I could name. There was compassion and humility; there was romance in all its ages, and upon its fringes lurked desire. But that must now be cast aside as faithless, though there was compulsion deep within-- that may not be denied. My vanity in such an exercise was clear enough, although there was a man named Paul who wrote a letter to his friends in Corinth--could as well have stopped it just as greatness loomed to crown his song about a word, for with unconscious eloquence he crowned himself with need of nothing more. Old Paul knew how to say unlovely things and seldom held his tongue, but in this thirteenth chapter there emerged the poet's saint, a mortal's dawning of creation's mortar--quintessential truth. In those post-lightning years he was no less irascible, but bore within himself an overflowing heart sustained by that one ineluctable constraint that holds us all together in a spirit sea. ~ __________________________________________