by Lajos Becsi

Created on: October 30, 2009

SIMEON'S PLEA (to his wife...): Luke II, 25.

If I don't love you like you love me,

It is because I love in you the woman.

I am a man and so I can't by God's decree

Love you with love passing the brim

Of your chalice of sparkling emotion.

I am a man who has vowed to be yours

And I honour and cherish, pay full dues

To the earth that gives life to my seed in

Abundant profusion. But if with the doubts

In your fibres alight you perceive of the

Sense of my unfaithful path towards others,

I entreat you to grasp that it is but my

Famishing soul that is seeking to sate

And to quench at an other, strange source,

Which your spirit and mind are unable

to feed and to slake, for you are by a

Higher Design - a woman, and I but a man.

Be assured that I know of the pain of suspense;

Be at rest that I do what my filaments spur me to

Do with unfightable force; that I act in full conscience

And wit of the perils ahead; that the lie to my Vows

Only smudges the gold of our cup, since its splendour

And pureness can be cleansed by a mere casual brush

Of our fingers, entwined in our strange test of love.

Your devotion, subservient to passion's demands,

Transports me to heights of Sinaic degree, and my

Raptures of waxing and waning desire are enchained by

A guard: That your fervour remain in the bounds of the

Dignified Grace of our Bond: an Agape anointed by Time.

If I don't love your You like you do love my Me,

It means that you love like a woman. As I am a man,

By God's own decree, I can't love your You like

You love my Me, but I honour, revere and adore

Your whole being. Please let your servant part in peace!

May I ask your forgiveness, your embrace, in this house?

Dare I hope that you give me your ear when I'm back?

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