Did I Ever Really Love You?

Did I ever really love you?
Or was it just my quest for Beauty,
To be near that which is lovely,
Like a sea-wave or a symphony,
And to feel it reaching back to me?

Did I ever really love you?
Or was Wisdom my delight,
And her candle burned most bright
When I sat within your sight,
So I stayed and loved her light?

Did I ever really love you?
Or was my bliss in Selflessness,
That last-mite-giving cheerfulness,
The kneeling, praying, willingness
To serve for other’s happiness?

Wise and lovely, selfless  one,
Like an ember-glowing poppy
Set a-fire by the sun,
Virtue’s lovers every one,
In your presence shall be happy.

~Watchful

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You can read some of my thoughts behind this poem in my comment in the comment  section.

 

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One thought on “Did I Ever Really Love You?

  1. This poem takes the often asked question “Would I love her if she lost her beauty?” further to “Would I love her if she ceased to be wise, or ceased to be kind? Would I love her then?”

    This plays on the two different meanings of the word love.

    One meaning of the word love is Christian unconditional love in which you love a person no matter what may happen or what may change in them. You love the person under any condition.

    The other way in which we use the word love is totally conditional. When one says he loves a strawberry, he means that he loves it for its characteristics, and if they should change (say, the berry goes moldy,) of course he would no longer love it! He loved it for it’s sweet delectableness!

    As I was saying, lots of people have questioned “How deep is your love?” (The BeeGees) in terms of “Will you still love me, When I’m no longer young and beautiful? (Lana del Ray) “When I get older losing my hair” (The Beatles), and this is based on a feeling that those outward things are just passing trappings and are not “the real me.” Will you love me for who I am inside? For my personality? For my character traits? That’s the real me! That’s what I want to be loved for!

    But what if our personalities change?

    In one way romantic lovers would want unconditional love because it’s a sure thing that your lover will love you no matter what. Yet in another way we want to be loved like a strawberry — for who we are, for the qualities of our personalities, and even for our looks. We want our lovers to prefer something about us over all those other people!

    This poem talks about the virtues of someone’s character as if those virtues were separate from who the person is — As if the person is just lit up with beauty, wisdom, and kindness, from some transcendent source of those things. That’s why the last image of the beloved is as a flower illuminated by the sun.

    This poem also reads a little like a back-handed compliment.

    Mite means a coin of little value. Last-mite giving as an adjective comes from the story of the widow’s mite which you can read here http://biblehub.com/kj2000/luke/21.htm

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