Freedom of Choice


This is a poem from Cashel: Tales of the emigres

The Liberty to love whom you shall choose

Is a choice you own that‘s been dearly bought;

In choosing Love, you also choose to lose,

Since gaining Love means losing what you’ve sought.

The choices freely made by Lovers’ eyes

To bestow their love, as Love herself inspires,

Arouses Hate; its falsehood and its lies;

It burns Love at the stake of Hate’s bonfires.

Blind prejudice sees evil in Love’s deeds;

Perceives Love through its cataract of hate.

An evil eye on evil ever feeds

And fed, consumes its own regurgitate.

Blind Love from time to time leads to despair;

While blinder hate will chain and hold you there.


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