A lover is like Narcissus
Or Eros to Psyche.
In offering his love the best,
He says, "The best is me!"
But how can man this justify
If first he loves his brother?
One cannot love a plural first
Unless the self is other.
Disgusted at lovers' conceits,
We leave them to our loss.
But self-love finds a selfless place
In the Man Upon the Cross.
2 comments:
I like this poem. I had to think about it - but what I thought I liked.
I really like this, Conner. Did you write it yourself?
Well reasoned, well expressed.
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