Love the World

What among these is most noble:
         to die for love
         or to die for the world?

Love is that feeling of attraction
         that has little to do with gravity.
It has nothing except the countless interactions
         of a vast quantity of eternities
         and involves none but the two involved
         and the center around which they forever revolve.
Love is a force of nature that is as old
         as Creation itself. It binds
         two worlds in a futile duel
         that extends over the ages, across time;
         and unless true, ends vile and cruel.
Love is said to know nothing other.
But I can't help but wonder, why bother?

The world is all to which we are bound.
         To some it's the flag or the trees;
         some say the people; others, the wealth underground.
I feel it to be none of those things we see.
         Yes, it would seem the world exists,
         that energy makes it futile to resist;
         but who is to claim
         we are nothing save the dream of the gods?
Even they wake in shame
         at the fear of a dream forever shod.
So would it not be best to save the dream
for the simple truth that the vision may end with the world torn at the seams?

So again I inquire as to which among these is most noble:
         to die for love
         or to die for the world?