Love is reckles; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and aske for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause, God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.