The Conundrum
The Conundrum
It is the noblest honour to serve,
But the most natural thing to love,
I present to you this conundrum,
Which is better to love or to serve?
To love is natural, to serve is noble,
Yet there exists no greater foe than these,
Man must choose,
If love triumph nobility is sacrificed,
If service triumph passion is sacrificed,
To ask man not to serve is blasphemy,
To ask man not to love is inhumane,
Shall we become stone’s to serve or
Become traitors to love.
True service enlists love, and there can
Be no love without service.
For which is better the love of a women
Or the admiration of men.
My weeping is two-fold,
One for never dreaming and
The other for never loving.
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