Baci n. 140

Baci n. 140
"We know the least about those we love the most."
Proverbio cinese

There is an obsession with endless love,
A dream taught to us the day we are born
That haunts us ev'ry day of our lives.
They never speak to us of love's fading
Of how the face of love changes with knowledge;
That we know least 'bout those we love the most.

Perhaps because potential's at it's most
And we can imagine a life of love
That is untainted by deeper knowledge.
It is by our imagination born
A dream that cannot be saved from fading,
A desire which forever fills our lives.

Too many dreams are shattered in our lives,
But it is shattered trust that hurts us most
A deep scar that's only slowly fading.
Unbroken trust is a footstool for love,,
A greatness that by chance meeting is born,
Safe, if only for a lack of knowledge.

The doubts we've gained through our growing knowledge
Diminish not o'er the course of our lives
Save for those doubts that have not yet been born.
But, perhaps, those unborn doubts haunt us most.
Their fell seed was planted along with love
To burst forth as love's passions are fading.

We never think the passions are fading,
But they are, as ignorance to knowledge,
To a truth far removed from learnéd love.
We have a real ignorance in our lives,
But we hold to that fool passion the most
Because it was taught the day we were born.

Love is a lie, when tis lust that was born,
And ignorance grows with passion's fading;
But this is when lovers need love the most.
Why is this truth such a gaurded knowledge
That foolishly wastes so much of our lives
As relearn, as a race, the truth of love?

It is not love that is by strangers born
Into our sad lives. But the lust's fading
Reveals knowledge and tis then love grows the most.