Well here I am my god, and king of all.
And here you are with me in this same world.
I guess the question is why this small Paul
would be so lucky as to be here curled
within your favour, as I plainly am,
to be so loved (as I am led to be).
But I have seen it often when a man
and woman get together, giving free-
ly of the love they find can come about
within a tawdry life when they work with
its way of doing things. They might still shout,
but that’s to dig deep, to make well for kith
and make them kin, through covenantal ways
where love is a commitment that is shown
out any way they can, and soon displays
itself in offspring (of themselves, love known,
and multiplied, affective, with effect).
It spreads and would infect some “an-im-als”
and raise them up to higher planes, inject
a virus like small piece of RNA
that in a living cell makes more like it. (...)
But in the case of love, there is no way
that love will force someone to kiss, or spit.
But still it's true that if for help we ask,
love brings a force with it, to make things be
more loving for the people round the task.
I’ve found this to be true. That’s what I see.
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