Love’s Generosity

She, who I love
Never presents herself through surrender
Indeed she never gives herself,
Never drops with exhaustion
As a leaf might drop,
Or as rain drops, drawn by the earth,
Seeking to merge with earth's substance.

She, who I love
Gives herself as a conqueror might
Through immensities of freedom –
She overflows, she gushes forth
Through vast domains of liberty
In full desire.

She is not chained by her yearning for love.
No, she is in flight
Like a flock of white cranes
Through open winter skies.
And through that flight
She effortlessly overtakes
Her sorrow, her agony, this squalid city,
Soaring to the ends of space –
Through love's boundless generosity.