What is your definition of Love?
From this poem, sounds like Love, to you, is pure. Someone who will deny your darkness because it is NOT so pure... The only downfall I have experienced from such Love is knowing that when someone else says "Yes" to dark secrets, they lose. When someone says "No" to darkness, the keeper of darkness loses, but...when the keeper of darkness purifies (him/her)self, how unlucky those whom were merely steps leading up to the Heavenly Radiance of the Righteous One! Know what I mean? I was the unlucky recipient of my Husband's sorting through of darkness and light. I could never win. It was only a process of sorting for him. I lost no matter which way I went. His radiance, I will never see up close.