From Love To Agape...

I do not yield, don’t readily budge,

And that, surely, has sustained the chase,
Yet, I may have felt that critical nudge,
A crack in the ornate dream-bearing vase.

The implications, I guess, are wide,
Ending beyond where I can see;
But, were I to abandon what I deified,
To what shall I dedicate each plea?

Why will I be eager for the dawn,
And rejoice the night’s every starry tick?
What can an empty apse spawn?
How can wax illumine without a wick?

Maybe, I should turn rather religious,
Faith, from any dilemma, is the escape;
The odds, though, I infer, are prodigious,
If I cannot find love, can I find agape?