I will speak thy speech, Love!
Think thy thought—
"Meet, if thou require it,
Both demands,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands." A
A: A Woman's Last Word.
True love is always an infinite giving, which holds nothing back. It is a spendthrift, magnificent in its recklessness, squandering the very essence of the self upon its object, and by doing so, in the end enriching the self beyond all counting. For in loving, the individual becomes re-impersonated in another; the distinction of Me and Thee is swept away, and there pulses in two individuals one warm life.
"If two lives join, there is oft a scar
They are one and one with a shadowy third;