Love, love, my
ignorant one.
How can you
love only one?
The honest
man, need not say.
The true are
in love all day.
If the philia
is foreign ground,
How can the
eros be sound?
Until you
love everyone,
you cannot
love only one.
© Patrick Farrell 1993
This poem was published in the Fall 1993 Bayou Review.
This is Karen’s favorite poem of all time—by any author.
