Love's Success


Love always exceeds its objects

which, however great or beautiful,

are subject to time, decay, and death:

after their brief season in the sun,

they lose their fresh bloom, so magical,

and harden slowly or rot in their youth.

But love remains eternally youthful,

whether embodied as a silly, naked boy

wilfully shooting his invisible darts

at unsuspecting victims, or entirely bodiless,

too subtle to behold, but still quivering

in every heart's secret places.  Love is not

subject to us, but we are subject to it:

it changes its objects like soiled garments

or the deathless soul it's transient bodies.

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