Where do we cheat more than we cheat in love? <br />Or in attempts at faith more travesty? <br />How unmistakable the tokens of <br />that godly force when true, and his high see <br /> <br />no distance hazes through the perfect air, <br />for sooner tear myself in half than us. <br />And yet, how many times did we declare <br />to others love, and urgently discuss? <br /> <br />before we dashed them down, or played them false, <br />because there was no entry of the blood, <br />no names were written, nothing but our calls. <br />Such was our hunger anything was good. <br /> <br />I look back on those days to wonder why <br />I live to have insulted deity.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-303-it-s-called-cheating/
