A poem by William Butler Yeats:
"I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon."
This is the culmination of a talk between two lovers, and their thoughts about the world around them.
If only we daily thought like this toward our fellow man, what would we do to help someone else prosper in their way?
This "old high way of love" he speaks of is not at all what our perception of love is today, but is a deeper, real love that is not defined by feeling or emotion, but is a choice.
Will we make the choice to love someone, not because of what they have done for us nor what they look like, but rather who they are as a created being?
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