We who have love, alas! may not be friends,
Too faint, or yet too fierce the stifled fire-
A random spark-and and lo! our dread desire
Leaps into flame, as through to make
For chill, blank days,and with strange fury
The dying embers of Love’s funeral pyre.
Electric, charged anew, the living wire
A burning message through our torpor
Could we but pledge with loyal hearts and
A friend worthy of the fair, full past,
Now mutilate, and lost beyond recall,
Then might a Phoenix from its ashes rise
Fit for a soul flight; but we find, aghast,
Love must be nothing if not all in all. ~Corinne Roosevelt Robinson
What say you?