Once - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Once I thought Love a bright phantasm
That shed unequal parts of heat and light
Chaste and lucent when Apollo has him
But with Bacchus hot and short of sight;
That heat would light as light would heat disown
And never could brother brother long abide-
That Love would never compromise his crown
In being passion's pawn and reason's pride.
But you, the best logician, showed me wrong
For we have labored many a night and long
Building a cathedral with our thought
And we have wrestled till the cock has crow'n
Cooling passion-fired bones
Till Love, the architect, by love is taught.
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