Broken Words of a Hypocrite

These are the broken words of a hypocrite...

...shared with a wise man beyond his years, another has seen the light.

This minstrel's jaw, fractured from might,
Drops for the orchestra to follow.
The conductor below beats and repeats,
Yet readies for his greatest bellow.

For the soul that is wrought with the burden of loved,
But cannot carry itself the torch of love.

And when the burden can build,
And blind this man's eyes,
And when he cannot love,
More than get warm in his thighs,

One asks oneself, 'What, therefore, is the point?'

One tells the man; 'Grow, or die.'

For the purpose of love is to love and be loved.

And without one of these...

One must fly...

Away.