Impose on me a love,
not a love of what we are meant to feel,
not a love of it needs,
I would at least have a !ove which none can compare.
of such care,compassion, and that offer none to begin.
Only one can be shared, yet in a way never consenting. . .
. . . only to teach
How and where is this !ove I am instigating.
What can I give,
so that which is given . . .
It is already here,
Just by reading,
Just by listening,
Just by looking,
and start itself by the real application from the first and last,
“Love each other as I have loved you.”
or can we all still listen and never do anything
In a wake of our own sins for each other.