III, Scene III
"There is a love requiring no return,
sustained within itself. Pure light bestows
a fire bereft of heat, although its burn
consumes all else, eternal as it grows."
A sweetness to the taste, a smiling joy
untouched by pain, Eros delights to share.
Reticent Agape, (without alloy
the gold of jeweled diadems too fair
for all to find and claim their own to wear),
awaits the bold who persevere in love,
past pleasure's primal urge a pair to merge,
to passion's reverent gifting from above...
immortal oneness, death cannot diverge,
nor words describe her peace beyond compare.
"The love that has no need for its return,
that is sustained despite beloved's mood,
will feel no pain when faced with unconcern,
no jealous thought its transport can preclude.
This love thrives not because it is beloved,
nor does it seek attention for its needs,
a type sustained when to the side is shoved
by people, problems, politics or creeds.
To love the one who will not love you back,
who tramples on the precious gifts expressed
in word and deed, protests imagined lack
where none exists...bespeaks that heart's conquest,
in patience, kindness, goodness its details,
rejoicing in truth, Agape never fails."